[Pharrell] OWW!! Getting!!

                    [Chorus - Fam-Lay]



                      When the car roll up and windows roll down



                      And you see the sawed off, nigga better hit the ground



                      We getting busy!! You better haul ass dawg!



                      You better haul ass! You better haul ass dawg!



                      You better haul ass! (OWW!! getting!!.. OWW!!)

                    [Verse - Fam-Lay]



                      I'm blasting, nigga laying in the street cause



                      Talked shit, so I hit 'em wit the heat



                      Runts moving, keys like oz's



                      Like a cliental, errbody know me



                      Running! running from the 5-0



                      Drug life, and it's all about survival



                      Hustla, known worldwide dawg



                      I'm in the game and I'm bout to drive by y'all



                      Gambler, 4 - 5 - 6ing it



                      10 grand in the bank and I'm sticking it



                      Bitches, got 'em by the dozens



                      From their mammy, to their sisters to their couzins



                      Star Trak, is the crew that I run with



                      Nigga don't get murdered over dumb shit



                      Fuck you! it's how I'm caring if



                      Nigga try to start beef and we burn it

                    [Chorus]

                    [Verse - Fam-Lay]



                      Hey look I'm sick of niggaz saying what they gon do when they see me



                      Soon as they see they don't do shit



                      The nigga Fam-Lay too slick



                      I got a handful of guns and a few clips stupid



                      You keep sending death threats, uh! and I ain't seen death yet



                      Nigga I can't help that I ain't been murdered in my life, look



                      Look I been stopped giving a fuck about living



                      Ever since I got beat up by them faggot ass cops



                      But now I just stand on my block and drink liquor



                      Wit my niggaz and my bitches and we keep them gats cocked



                      Uh! won't hesistate to blast you niggaz



                      Spray your corner, bodies falls in the Ac my nigga



                      Uh! I'm pulling out the dagger nigga



                      Cause when I finish wit these shells I'm a stab a nigga

                    [Chorus]

                    [Bridge - Pharrell Williams] (Fam-Lay)



                      Let me tell ya boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Fam-Lay!)



                      I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Norfolk!)



                      I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Huntersville!)



                      I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin but let me tell ya



                      Boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (with the Clipse!)



                      I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Coldchain!)



                      I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Star Trak!)



                      I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin

                    [Verse - Fam-Lay]



                      Nigga fuck all that punchline shit, that young rhyme shit



                      That shit that might blow only one time shit



                      Cause when I rhyme bitch, my rhymes fit



                      The mind of a gangsta is all time, bitch!



                      Kill who you riding wit



                      I got some niggaz from Virginia riding wit me



                      And them niggaz trying to buy this shit



                      So fuck who you party wit!



                      Cause we get high as the Karate Kid, now let's go!



                      Pop junk, I pop trunks; Got a 10 shot glock pump



                      That'll stop trucks, ya cocksucker!



                      Shoot a lead trying to get a rep



                      I shoot the lead at his head now his man tryin to get 'em help



                      Fam don't play wit chirin [children]



                      Act stupid, act dumb, act foolish, act deaf like you ain't hear em



                      Bring it to the forefront, I got a lotta niggaz that tote guns



                      Now let's do it!

                    [Chorus] (w/ bridge in background)