(feat. Trae, Mike D)



[talking]

My nigga Trae, Miggity-Mike D

Present that shit niggaz



[Hook x2]

We don't play that, we don't play that

We don't play that, fucking with that H-Town

We don't play that, we don't play that

We don't play that, you fuck around and get layed down



[Mike D]

Guns up, the war back on

Guard your grill mo'fucker, cause I'm right back home

Repping that Houston, figgas like que-bones

It's hood fella Corleone, back with them good songs

The streets is my backbone, I'm known to get packed stone

I came from a sack of stones, 22's I'm sitting on

T.V.'s by Clarion, platinum medallion

Black trucks on chrome, on top of my game huh

The city look pretty now, that I'm sitting on digits

But the city was looking shitty, when my ass couldn't get it

Now I'm gators on my waist, matching my feet's and arm

Rocks all up in my jaw, going off like car alarms



[Trae]

When I bomb the block, I'm certified to fuck a nigga up

Like I'm Biggie or Pac, I'm a lyrical threat unable to stop

A dark version of John Wayne, with the eight wheels of Jesse James

Giving out dome shots to the brain, and fucking they life up like cocaine

I'm a sinister to these streets, and a minister to these beats

Cause I'ma let a nigga know the real, the definition of being real is me

Trae and I'll bring the pain, all of my enemies gotta leave

Fucking with me I could make a nigga fold up, and make it hard for you to breathe

I'm a H-Town representer, with the H all across my back

Houston Texas till I'm dead, it's automatic like a hand gat



[Hook x2]