[talking:] 

Yeah, I'ma get mine (any form of weather) 

You know, that I'ma get mine (all about my do') 

You know, that I'ma get mine (this what it is) 

You know, that I'ma get mine 



[Hook: x2] 

Now get your's partna, I'ma get mine 

It was a long time coming, no mistakes this time 

And I know, you can't name one nigga like me 

Loved by many, no respect for the police 



[Yung Redd:] 

Naw this ain't pretend, I'm back at it again 

Tell your friends to change, I got money to spend 

Ay my grandaddy, grandaddy was a hustler 

So this year, it's grand hustle 

You mo'fuckers understand struggle, move on the block with the same shuffle 

Like I ain't noticed, that them hoes had a thang for us 

I got a watch for every country, every time zone 

Even in the dark you see my stones, through a blindfold 

Nigga please, ery'body work a d block 

Or weed spot, 7-1-3 you think that we not 

Even when somebody call the laws, or the streets hot 

I'm just saying though, I'm back when they leave out 

Texas raised, I was born for this 

For the bread, hardships get torn for this 

Listen as the plot thickens, get this glock I'm gripping 

Leave red on your blue, like a Detroit Piston nigga 



[Hook x2] 



[Yung Redd:] 

These niggaz ain't real, let me make this clear 

We them niggaz you fear, round here 

These niggaz ain't real, that's the way that I feel 

Check the price of my deal, check the size of my wheels 



[Lil' Ron:] 

Any situation, paper making's a must 

I get paid, cause I'm slanging that white stuff 

You niggaz ain't like us, I could show you what I mean 

Between the niggaz in your squad, you couldn't move a thing 

My mind on money, ain't shit funny 

You one of them lames, out would like to serve a dummy and think nothing of it 

I give in no observation, because my occupation 

Is to run the operation, with no cooperation 

From a snake, or a snitch 

I would advise you, to quit thinking for your bitch 

Can't get no cash, if ya sitting on your ass 

And you wondering why, niggaz always blow right past 

Take a lot, of mind and muscle 

No broke at stacks, that's why I grind and hustle 

I'm focused on my stacks, me and Yung Redd we the next in line 

I don't know what you doing, but partna I'm get mine 



[Hook x2] 



[Yung Redd:] 

Every song, that I sing 

I still got a dollar for every stone in my chain, let me explain 

Three hundred dollar shoes, no suits included 

See them 22's sliding, no roof I lose it 

Ay real talk, partna this ain't music 

It ain't no secret, I'm the hardest in Houston 

So far so good, so star so hood 

Yeah them haters gon hate, but if they could they would good 

Get mine, no rules apply 

My wrist lit like the sky, on the 4th of July 

I'm a menace to society, a boy in the hood 

Chrome shoes, under every color toy in the hood nigga 



[Hook x2]