[Chorus: (Big Moe) & Toon]

If you thugging in the club (thugging in the club)

And you rolling on dubs (rolling on dubs)

You ain't tripping, showing love (and showing love)

Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city (money in your city)

And the mamas looking pretty (mamas looking pretty)

If you feeling what I'm feeling (feeling what I'm feeling)

Say it's about to go down



[Mr. 3-2]

As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concrete

That g, oh he and I stays on feet

Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots

Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot

Plot all day boss hogging for position

Street game all in your face watch the rolex cushion

Heavy weighter, I'm the champ, Mr. 3-2

Really though big baby and it's 2002

Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo I'm boy hard

Boys, want to got to war black them out like tar

Swangers, on my guard, in a old school

I'm a god damn fool, start to busting with the two

Fresh braided, player made it, deuce out the roof

Rest in peace to my old and in these streets running loose

Ain't no use, trying to stop it just come and pop it

Loco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy



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[D-Gotti]

Cash me gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch

Watch her get a china facelift

Gear shift, we performing up in the land

Suicide doors, dubs and twin cams

All bitches on the fam heads turning tonight

Watch us be the star traction and a harder night

More than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold

Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is just froze

These hoes, all on a nigga dick cause I'm young, fly and rich

Escorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain't worried about the laws

Hoes whisper to eachother girl I think he played ball

No bitch, I'm just a rapper out the hood

And I'm wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling good

Little engine that could, beat the block for it's stock

Turn around and swap game for a political job

R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets

If you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to see

Gucci boots on her feet, gucci boots on my feet

I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat



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[Lil' Flip]

When I hit the scene, I'm crispy clean

I got a box of dougnuts from Crispy Creme

Everybody looking at me like Flip you the shit

Hell yeah I'm the shit, look at my wrists

I roll up a philly, roll up a philly

Head to the town and watch 3rd Ward Billy

Knock a nigga out while pouring up a drank

Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shank

I sip that, flip that, wood grain grip that

Go to the Papa Do's yeah I'm gone tip that

It's Lil' Flip I'm a million dollar star

Blue, black or red don't touch my car, uh



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[Noke D]

I'm shook up, I'm looking throwed

Gucci wardrobe to match the gucci soles

Gucci hoes and hop out the SL

I'm popped up and sliding on Sprewell

We sell, everything you need

Riding through with Pardon Davis and some falling t.v.s

Moe and me, we have been a lot

Looking for some head in a ittle bitty shop

On top, on wrist rock it's going down

H-Town southside 3rd Ward bound

Pulled up acting and class so they'll know

The south on shine cause we ain't broke no more



[Chorus]