I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg

They can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg





You can find me on the block my nigga

Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my nigga

I feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga

"All Eyez on Me," but I got this nigga

P. Miller shoes, camou' top my nigga

I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my nigga

You wanna scrap but I don't box my nigga

Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga

I told Bob hold me a spot my nigga

Case these industry bitches try to stop a nigga

Try to sue me but I'm on top my nigga

Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my nigga

Keep my enemies close and watch my friends

And I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bend

We did it once, we'll do it again

I don't follow I lead my nigga I set trends









Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create

enough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate

See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be

on public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy

Now won't you chumps go dare front for?

Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do'

Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto

Fo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos

The head honcho, from low peels to sex or grass

I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads

Until I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers

are like niggaz around strippers they'll snap ya ass

Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up

So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up

I move more yellow on the block than a school bus

So if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us