In your vest or your coat in your trunk or your hip
 On your way to your spot
 With your Tech or your Glock
 Extra clip in your sock
 Young niggas got to get paid  get laid
 Fucking with the Get Low  suckas wanna get sprayed
 Cuz in the nine trey niggas ain't having that
 With some Macs and some vests and some fat sacks
 Of the dank better yet of the dojah
 Some from the shoulders some from the holsters
 Myself I prefer from the shoulders
 Cuz a young buck throwin em boulders
 Bing bing to the chin
 Once again to the store for some gin
 But you didn't get a chance to cock em
 You bought two clips but you didn't get to pop em
 Then the Bigga Figga beat you to the straw
 A 9 Millimeter is what you need and what you saw
 And that was the end of the story
 No more gafflin and no more glory
 You got to get respect to survive
 And if you don't get respect then you die
 And that was the way that it went, shit
 Now I'm mad like a pit I give it up

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 Fuckin with these niggas you better have your gat, Rat-a-tat,
 Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
 Niggas on a mission you better stay strapped,
 Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat

 Niggas in ninety-two and ninety-three who you foolin
 JT the Bigga Figga, I'm straight schoolin
 That ass, I'll take you to class without a pass
 And mashin and dashin, get the motherfuckin cash
 You're broke, you're busted, you can't be trusted
 See the janitor cuz you need to be dusted
 I flip that ass like I flip the track
 Break to the house get the two clips for the Mac
 Cuz nigga gots to have it when niggas start static
 To get to the spot and get the fully automatic
 Cuz niggas carry Glocks, and niggas carry thirty-eights
 Forty-fives, nine Millimeters and an AK
 Strapped in the trunk right next to the punk
 Cuz a young punk try to start some funk
 God damn it it's on, dust off the chrome
 Jump in the bucket with the mothafuckin dome
 Now they don't understand why we went major
 Called D-Moe on the Motorola pager (beeping)
 He said JT I heard they tried to spray ya
 Nigga D-Moe man you know they can't fade us
 When a nigga said that Seff at the spot
 And tell him to bring a Tommy and a mothafuckin Glock
 And nigga don't forget when you mothafuckin hear that
 Give him some of this and some of that I give it up

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