C-Bo, Floss B, hehe yeah money, power, respect 

Yeah yeah uh huh, uh huh West Coast uh huh West Coast uh huh

Other side you know how we ride, uh what?



[Vesre One]

Oh my god, times here are so hard

Baby brothers in trouble and mothers got no cards

The oldest of the pack got to bring the food back

I'm packin a magnum on one of the hottest corners, movin sacks

Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9's

Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes

My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest

They said they heard he was pullin in the west

Retaliation is a must that we run em down

Wit fully loaded high powered rifles and gun em down

Everyday in my city some where someone bites the dust

If you here hope you with a city nigga you be trust



[Chorus x2]

We down for Money, Power, Respect

How much you hold on yo neck?

How much you roll on that Lex?



[Verse Two]

You know it's crackin on the Southside so I hopped in my Reagle

With the homie Lil Stoke and ofcourse my Desert Eagles

And it's like an All-Star Game I mean we 10 to 1 with business

And we platinum down surrounded by killers sittin on switches

Ain't that a bitch? You set trip you bound to get set

I'ma get my respect nigga I don't give a fuck what town it is

Cuz I'ma respect yours and you gon' respect mines

And if it ain't correct I'ma check with the tech 9

Nigga I'm a Thug Lord ask my mama

Yeah these niggas got it made but they don't want no mutha fuckin mama

No fuckin drama, no comma

As I bounce in my rounce with a mirror on the trunk of my big black ass



[Chorus x2]



[Verse Three]

Connect the dots I done shot through my enemies spot

Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got

My Chuck T's tounges tucked, hung for the sprung clubs

Duck or get struck, no luck with this young buck

Young truck, how the fuck I look in the sell stuck?

Dick in a man's hands gettin my nuts sucked

I'm bossed bangin, leavin all those crossed hangin

Slangin death at a high cost, that's nina ross hangin

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses

Bow down and kiss this pistola

Run up wit ya gun up and get done up

I'm one up, from sun down to sun up I ain't givin none up



[Chorus x4]