(feat. Z-Ro, Mike D, Will-Lean)



[talking:]

Stressing man, just think

Money'd take me to these levels

Hustlers understand, huh Ro

Gutter, gone



[Mike D:]

I live that gangsta life mob life, oh so well

Got a-got a hundred, back on bail

FED's on my trail, I could smell the swine cooking

My faith in the Lord, not in you cowards and pussies

K fully loaded, got my goons in place

They waiting on the word, to invade your space

You niggaz is cowards, in this industry

Mention the S.U.C., get the attention of he

Him, and that whole click that roll wit ya

This purple got my rude mood, trying to miss you funny dudes

Be about your paper, quit worrying bout this dude

My life a movie show, wife the dumb groupie hoe

She running through my click, out here acting like a stupid hoe

But I don't let, none of that move me bro

Focus get the do', I swear they could have that hoe

I'm trying to get another million, rapping out of capping down

A nigga back down



[talking:]

Nigga, ask around

You know what it do, when a Don touch streets

Z-Ro, you better tell these hoes nigga

Say today money, is yesterday money (huh)

S.U.C. nigga (for life), ha (fuck y'all niggaz)

Corleone nigga, (Z-Ro, Assholes By Nature

In the building bitch)



[Z-Ro:]

I'm driving with a suspended license, trying to make it down I-10

And if I get pulled over, this trip could get me five to ten

I gotta admit my cup of coedine, got me drowsy

But my hunger for paper, keep me focused it won't allow me

To slip up this fully loaded AK, I promise you don't want me to pick up

Let that bitch catch a case of the hiccups, and burn off in my pick-up

I'm hustler hoe I stay on the grind, either drop off or I pick up

I was real before the cash came, I'm still real I'm never gon switch up

I get big bucks, and if you ain't tal'n bout helping me get big bucks

Get the fuck off my perimeter, before my bitch fuck both your lips up

Slide a clip up in the mack, Bloods and Crips up in one pack

With the main objective, of emptying out their clips up in your back

Look I just came home don't make me go there, you don't wanna take Ro there

Cause the only way I'm coming back is one deep, I'll murder your ass think I won't playa

Now it could be the 4-4, or the 4-fever

So for the same reason you wouldn't fuck with Mike Tyson, don't fuck with Ro either



[Will-Lean:]

I'm a Clover G vet, jumping out the Lac

Similar to a slug, jumping out the tech

AK shells coming, tumbling out your neck

While Screwed Up Click shit, bumping out the deck

Yeah we back on the streets, forever packing our heat

Scratching the back of the seat, in the back of the Jeeps

I'm a beast, quick to bust a cap in your teeth

Armored pierced hollow tips, attacking your streets

Load up the callicoes, 44's and guillotines

HK's hand grenades, and the M-16

With night vision, plus equipped with a beam

Them Screwed Up Click niggaz, they addicted to green

Believe that, fresh bank accounts nigga read that

I'm still in the streets, I could take you where them ki's at

14-8, that's the going ticket

The Chemist I'm A-1, but I'm known to whip it come on