(feat. Thug Dogg)



[Verse 1: MGD]

Now just because I drops my shit slow and then sink with the beat

These niggas think I'm coming incomplete

But when I put that shit in Flipmode, they start running from the squad

You a busta, not Busta Rhymes so how you hard

I got that rabbit in a hat trick

That make 'em step back shit

That game to make your girl turn into a track bitch

Plus, I can run it like a freaky do

And get nasty with just like a freaky hoe

And put every motherfucker on the flo'

And have them go like he a nigga what

I'm a make y'all bounce with it

Hit the green, then blow on an ounce with it

Hit the flo, with the folks on Georgia Bows, nigga while y'all bounce with it

No doubt, I just wanna turn it out

Keep bringin that shit from the dirty south

You don't know me boy, better watch your mouth

I'm MGD, hell you talkin 'bout

Nigga please, you better freeze, hit your knees

Cause you don't want damn near none of these

I know about, then on a lot of ki's 

With more rhyme than smokes on a hundred D's

Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together

When we come to a hole we gone hit together

We gone talk that same bullshit together

Then jump down on the same hill together, nigga what



[Chorus x4]

Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together

When we come to a hole we gone hit together 

We gone talk that same bullshit together 

Then jump down on the same hill together



[Verse 1: Thug Dogg]

My nigga Mike called me and told me what was going on

Y'all actin like some hoes with the beatin, fucking sin hoes

C'mon and get it while I wanna give it to you

Before I hit the block with the ?? sendin the hundred tips to you

I knew y'all niggas was cowards

Ain't got no heart till you gets the power 

But cocaine won't stop you bitches from feeling pain

Say my name, Thug Dogg

Don't you feel a little bit sober

Make you wanna stop pickin up busta's 

Nigga wanna get on ya hustle

Y'all know nothing about stars (waking up)

Boy get your front niggas (breaking up)

In halves, in the streets (shaking up)

Y'all bitch niggas just ain't take enough

Y'all makin us wanna ride on this mari- now slide over

Find out where the lab you stayin, with the fucking straps on you

I'm in it by myself, don't need no help, now dig on we'll be there

Heard you got them ki's ??? now you got tied to the chair

Where they at? Where they at? Over there? Over there? Okay we outta here

I've been waiting on the motherfucking lick

like this right here for a couple of years



[Chorus x4]



[Verse 2: MGD]

Let's get on a fifth of page 

Comin bigger than the hips on a glove range 

Hittin harder than a motherfucking twelve gauge

Now they want some of that dirty sawed off

But fuck y'all niggas ain't had enough

By yourself, y'all look ready to bust

Now whatcha did we ain't trip, nothing to discuss

Which one of y'all hoes wanna fuck with us

But you a soulsin nigga, opposin nigga

When the time due on the murder, on the hold nigga

Come straight out the junk on the boating nigga

Ain't damn y'all hoes holdin what



[Verse 2: Thug Dogg]

I either be fucked with, fucked up, or even fucked around with

If you lookin for a steady go at it ass whupping, you found it

All that mean reppin, all that fake thuggin, that don't mean shit

Nigga see me bust your ass, my nigga, you ain't seen shit

And y'all be running around this motherfucker

talkin bout y'all wrong and y'all right

Flexing all that bling bling, knowing y'all ain't got it

Fuck that dark shit, you can come with, that's all we waiting for

So when you see my dog, nigga you know it's the best hoe



[Verse 3: MGD]

Whoa now, Godby Road, Simpson Road, Adamville

If you ain't from where I'm from, then you don't know how I feel



[Chorus repeat till fade]