(feat. A3, D-Gotti)



[talking]

Ha-ha-ha, yeah mayn it's going down

Know I'm tal'n bout, all you haters think a nigga

Ain't gon get you, come on now you know us better than that fool

We coming for you baby, we at you know I'm tal'n bout

It's going down A3 Wreckshop, Noke D, D-Reck

We gon hold it the whole family, uh-huh

 

[Hook]

See you can say what you want, when you talk about me

Just make sho' that it's real, when you speak about me

See I don't wanna bring it to you, cause you can't stop me

But everybody keeps, saying my name

See you can say what you want, when you hate me

Just as long, as you know that you can't play me

On the real, M-O-B till we through

Yes it can, get done to you

 

[A3]

We some thug niggas, running with macks and techs

If you try to flex, I'll slug your neck

With a beam for the spleen, dropping dimes on my team

Reality unseen, but the truth is ring

Depend on me, like you do the cash

Open the Double R roof, missing heat up in the stash

With Noke D on my side, with a 3-57

D-Reck in the back, fin to spit about eleven

At these niggas I swipe in the game

Broke niggas on the sweet, to destroy our names

Understand to win, you gotta have a plan

Take it like a man, Reck got the upper hand

And Noke D, putting the bass up in your back to make you wanna swing a Lac

Until your rims get cracked, or you sitting on flats

So you can get it how you want it, or take it how I give it

Either way you gon feel it, wrap it up and then seal it nigga

 

[Hook]

 

[Dirty $]

Well it's that Mr. Dirty $, making hoe ass niggas holla

When I rain on your set, like April showers

In a hail of gun fire, coward what you gon do

Tuck your tail blaze a trail, and change your point of view

Your player points are few, and far in between

No mercy retired jerseys, for talking down on my team

Protect our ghetto dreams, by any and all means

Cause at the end of the day, all we bout is cream

You blowing steam, fool but cool head's gon prevail

Say what you want long as what you say, don't effect my mail

We good understood, but I put this on the hood

Once you cross that line, you'll be lying in wood

Shit you really should, lie low like Moe

I get it done to you, for little or no do'

For real so play the game, how it G-O go

But when you out of your league, have sense enough to know that

 

[Hook]

 

[D-Gotti]

Niggas in the gutter, don't give a shit about you

When we in the projects slanging bricks, straight up out the Coupe

Loved by a few, hated by a lot of hoe niggas

And I go bananas on a nigga, bout figgas

I figga, if I sacrifice one in the future

So the Penn can survive, feeling stronger with the steel

I'm trying to do a mill a minute, keep the car tinted

No more thug I represent it, and I squabble go with it

Feel it in the finer thangs, plus I have you cry for change

Let me remind you mo'fuckers, all I know is moving caine

Came on your feet, you can leave on your back

Stressed out on the future for, lean on the mat

Ain't no slacking in my pimping, the ghetto is my dimension

And I steal me a bitch, like the Grinch stole Christmas

Viscous as a pit, when he off the chain

Some of the realest shit, I ever wrote up off the brain, see I'm saying

 

[Hook]

 

[Noke D]

You can say, what you want to

Just as long, as you know who

Run these streets, and pack that heat

And boys know, we don't play no games

Kicking ass, and taking names

Want the fortune, fuck the fame

We gon do, what we want to

Best believe, we gon be around

 

[talking]

Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah man

It's going down