(feat. D-Reck, Tyte Eyez, D-Gotti, Dirty $)



[girl singing in Spanish]



[Hook - x2]

(why), do y'all think they call us Wreckshop

(when), we mash 24/7 round the clock

(what), the difference between y'all and us

Who else to trust but us, streets come and ride with us



[D-Reck]

It's still in the safe, I'm trying to pick the lock

If the music game is a dame, I'm trying to hit the G-spot

They say bigger mean better, I say good dick make it wetter

Why you spitting nothing address her, we wreck spitting for cheddar

If the Shop fall off, that'll be the end of the South

It's up to Reck connect the dots, where Lil' J left off

I done studied the best, I done passed the test

Now grandma masking my medal, 'fore I settle for less

I'm Texas raised nigga, with Texas ways nigga

In the Lone Star State, we stay paid nigga

Whether yay or whether hay, or the fly shit I say

You lil' dudes gon lose, or move the fuck out the way

It's the rap game, (man these niggaz done turned this shit into the cap game)

Let's treat these niggaz like bitches, and leave em slapped mayn

I don't talk it I Iive it, I post up and I pimp it

I don't boast, just get it



[Hook - x2]



[Tyte Eyez]

Fuck the mainstream, and your lame fee

Bitch I'm in these streets knee deep, digging in your main queen

And I know she cut for me, cause she be ironing my dickies

And when I fall asleep, she be trying to give me hickeys

Man she love my dirty drawas, even wash my socks man

And be a tad bit nervous, when I hit the block man

Cause I rock a foot long, and baby that is much harder

Ask me how I know, because she drinks my bath water

Got's of order y'all a body bag, cause y'all niggaz through

Don't ask me bout my flow, because my shit's sick like the flu

I flew across the country, with that bitch from Argentina

Her name was Annie Mae, but then changed it to Tina

Like Ike, I do a dike too

SUV on dub three's, Cadillac and bike too

Man a night dude, some to a playas when the freaks come out

We in the game in the gym, with the bleachers out



[Hook - x2]



[D-Gotti]

It's time to step on these hoes, rep on hoes

Baby mama like, how them niggaz slept on those

Wreckshop pros, we done did it before

You main squeeze hit it before, as you should know

Bout me, Cocoa Shenelle with fresh odor sale

You got it fresh up out of jail, and he fetching his mail

Yeah I'm a dog, call me Rov' cause I'm in a Range

The 4 on side of me, cause 'fore the game it's pain

And the same damn thang, make you laugh make you cry

Last in line, always the first to show out

As I pour out some liquor, for my dogs that got swallowed

We them same damn cats, that you other niggaz follow

'Fore I wallow in my misery, I'm go and get some trees

Before you talk down, better go and check my history

Seriously we hot, the block done been took

Jewels clothes and cars, did that come on hook



[Hook]



[Dirty $]

It's time to tighten up your belts, slap on your chest straps

Put your pads on the champs, home like the camp song

Pressing Wreckshop stamps on, like some need a tampons

Boys made a little noise, now ain't nothing happen-on

These kids capping on, the foundation that we lay

Without showing the respect, for the moves that we made

Our dues been paid, paid in full

We sucka free over here, yeah the Shop got pull

And we've been outlaws, since we stepped in the do'

Boss hogging everything, from ceiling to flo'

The first major independent, sold a million of Moe

Before Moe even got a deal, how quickly y'all forget though

But that's ok, we gon put it in your face

My pack back on track, in position to win the race

Call this a skeet taste, the fam got mo' in sto'

And since y'all on y'all way out, allow me to show you the do'



[door closing]