(feat. Double D, Noke D, Toya, Tyte Eyes)



[talking:]

Aaaah huh, right back up in ya

Platinum Soul, bend over or get rolled over



[Noke D & (Double D):]

If you, ain't up on thangs

(Wreckshop is the click, Platinum Soul's the name)

And we, make beats that bang

(ain't a damn thang changed, still thoed in the game)



[Hook:]

Now tell me what it do nigga, you got your ass on your shoulders

Peeping like the rollers, you niggaz can't hold us

I told ya, y'all don't wanna see a real soldier

Either roll with us, or you get rolled over



[D-Gotti:]

Thoed in the game, I flow for the change

It was just me shooting me in the foot, locked in chains

Body rock, I thank around the block still paid

But I'm focused, with a lil' mo' respect for the game

Check game, my mama and them  in the projects

I gotta get her out, so getting paid's my only option

God protect a nigga off his game, stay strong

Tell myself only real thangs, smart change homes

Running, from my blood to my bones

Pines is on, won't put a nigga in a tombstone

Wrong, to push them pies

I'm not a role model, I ain't one of the good guys

I'm Goody-Gotti, out the Wreckshop Fam

Bout to be one of the greatest, swear I'm bout that Fam

Leave it or scram, I'll hit you with the tool

Off the most in the streets, know D-Gotti a fool



[Hook]



[Noke D & Double D]



[Double D:]

Hold up wait, Mr. fly guy

You ain't original why try, you pitiful

It's gonna take a miracle, to get you to the pinnacle

As long as you know, that we could never be identacle

It's obvious, why niggaz copy us

But then they coming with the sloppiest, so now I gotta put a stop to this

I'm dropping this

To put these mad rappers, and beat jackers away

I night I still pray, for the ones gone astray

You niggaz more drug than thugged, out occuring in your flow

So I'm pulling the plug out, remembering the game keep me doing my thang

And it's official, ain't nothing changed

We ride, we stepping and repping the Southside

No niggaz from outside, just Double D and thr guys

Keep my eyes on the prize, but I gotta remind ya

When you fucking with the click, we gon come out and find ya



[Hook]



[Noke D & Double D]



[D-Reck:]

On the mash, till the motherfucking cash come

Fuck a major deal, a nigga had to kill the last one

Power and greed, then pride times three

So Dirty did it like the Dirty 3, hurry back to the streets

Cause they know, how we do's it

Southside music, so they can't groove with this Wreckshop movement

Got boys on note, hooked on it like dope

Can't name a Houston rapper, that ain't stole at least one quote

From Laffeyette, to the A-T-X

From Dallas to New Orleans, we all in they deck

I raised you boys, paved the way for you boys

Don't check my coolness for no foolish, may Lil' J you boys

We train blocks, and tie em in a knot

We bring mo' heat to the streets, than a undercover cop

We what you need, what these other cats can't see

Can't be, so nigga just continue to floss me



[Hook]



[Noke D & Double D]



[Dirty $:]

Yes sir we buy, my squad go hard

Y'all don't want no problems, y'all don't even wanna start

None of y'all got heart, no bite all bark

Puddens get torn apart, big dogs run this yard

Yeah uh-huh, we still leading the pack

Hustlers love the way we made it, to the front from the back

Going hard for them stacks, man the Shop been thoed

The South still hold, if you hoes ain't know

Who me shit, it's that Mr. Dirty $

Original dickie boy, call me Jerry McGuire

Higher, and strictly bout this feddy

When it comes to fetching paper, my team stay ready

Willing and able, first major independent label

Go and get it, bring it back to the table

Gorillas for scrilla, and savages about cabbage

Cheetahs chasing cheddar, just not your average nigga

And I'm married to this thang, the game

But I garuntee before I go, y'all scream my name yeah



[Tyte Eyez:]

You got your ass on your shoulders, I wonder why

What you think you fly, motherfucker you think you better than I

I think's not, and niggaz ain't hot

Bring the heat to em, accapellas from freestyle shit

Just bring the beats to em, so many niggaz walking with they nose up

Is it cause we stealing bidness, or we done hit they hoes up

Huh I really don't know, but I ain't trying to figure out

Man my hustle ain't your hustle, cause I took a different route

Buddy but anyway, why you all up in my mix

That's why flies don't come around you, cause they know that you ain't shit

Bitch, you run with to ticks and fleas and roaches

So uh, get off my dick soon as you breathe you choking

Bitch, you on my phone you know you wrong

Just admit it, ain't nothing in the city seeing or hearing my committy

So deal with it, or you getting rolled over

Mr. Tyte E-Z, signing out like a soldier