(feat. Mike D, Trae, Grace, Lil 3rd)



[talking]

It's one hundred [x3]

S.U.C., this how we do it mayn

The Take Over



[Hook x2]

It's one hundred, me and my niggaz we gon keep it one hundred

Riding around in big Benz, getting blunted

Parking lot pimping, we sitting low up on them 20's

It's all one hundred, nigga



[Mike D]

I've been gone for a minute, look how the rules done changed

Since a few of these cake niggaz, took position in the game

I guess it's true, all the real niggaz dead or on lock

And the few that's still standing, done found another route

I don't play because out here, situation critical

Low down and pitiful, the streets'll get rid of ya

That OG talk, I'm like EF Hutch

Nigga pause and pay attention, like I'm strutting on buttons

Ain't no honor among thieves, no mo'

These lil' niggaz'll get full of that dro, and run through your do'

Then have the nerve, like they done a lil' some'ing

And catch 'em in the county, they be sideways bumping

But believe me lil' daddy, your click ain't gon save ya

Jack me I'll jack back, send ya to your maker



[Lil 3rd]

Hundred percent, S.U.C. believe that

Choppers and calicoes, respond as feedback

You can tuck your tail back, now where your Clover G's at

Fifty in your head, fifty mo' where your knees at

Parking lot pimping, twenty spreading where your knees at

And the Clover, where the ghosts know in army fatigue hats

Split a nigga head, like I just skeed that

Screwed Up Click, cap that's where the best eat at

Southsi' for li', bitch nigga believe that

Respect, or it's drama involved when you see that

Boys shaken up, like a bad weed sack

Before I squab full of terror, make a nigga lean back



[Hook x2]



[Grace]

Fa sho I'm a hundred, I keep it gutter grimey gangsta

And money after cash, I blast on all prankstas

Give it to 'em raw, come real is all I know

Gon get it and come back with it, true blue head to toe

Seen it all heard it twice, five deuce like dice

In the do' slanging banging, putting it all in your life

1 double O fa sho, pack it up that's how it's coming

Candy dripping Davin's spinning, wood gripping trunk bumping

Rep the click until I fall, united and standing tall

Throw it up and rep it watch this, one hundred the Lord call

I'm a hundred with words, and I'm a hundred with birds

I'm a hundred with Miggity Mike D, and 3rd

Game won S.U.C., Greenstone real nigga

Certified with the game, Woodfair go getter



[Trae]

What the fuck, they thinking cuz

This problem here ain't no solving, 'til they be stinking cuz

Fresh off the chain a motherfucker better check theyself, shit they better go check they health

Slugs deep inside of they pack, fucked off I'ma bet they felt

Fuck a hundred, I'm a hundred and ninety-nine to the T

Asshole by Nature bitch, cause it define who I be

I heard some niggaz in the game, ain't never heard of my set

May unload the back and make the bitch clap, while introducing my set

A.B.N., S-L-A-B and S.U.C. what I'm toting

And plus you need to pay attention, from this chrome that I'm toting

With thirty shots for thirty jocks, a dot and a hot glock

In something that's sitting dropped, and tipping on plenty blocks



[Hook x2]