(feat. Soulja Slim, Turk, Young Buck)



[Verse One: Turk]

if you know mad then ya know me from bussen' heads

kidnappin gettin hustles and duckin feds

a quiet nigga stay saggin' wit a bush fade

Hot Boy from Cash Money bout gettin paid

And if a nigga outta place when he walk

we swing deep if I miss when I shoot

I'll find out where ya stay Lil'Turk aint playin

I'm bout sprayin things aint nuttin for me

to see a nigga brains hang and you know about Baby

so I shouldnt have ta tell ya

Drop change on ya feet left stank niggas gon' smell ya

We some Low Down & Dirty

Niggas always down wit da souljas not wit da nerdy

Niggas stay ya distance lil daddy if ya dont want trouble

I'm talkin bout spinnin benz in black and lex bubbles

wit shit datta hit ya and hurt ya

Turn ya green and purple spin ya in circles

Young rida bout whateva scrap and trigga playin

Get out the way when I come nigga

I hate nigga catch fifty out my cake nigga

I dont play nigga earnin stripes like a boys scout

when I hit ya block you buck back or ya ass out

Ears off ya whole click dead dogg that's what I said

This youngsta about bussen' heads that's what I said

I'll paint ya white shirt white shirt red that's what I said

You got change on a nigga head you needa bread

watch I quick ya gon' come up dead you gon' get blues

You think it's a game dogg watch the 5:00 news

I do what I gotta do aint no time for no playin

You seen when I hit the block so when I'm hittin I'm sprayin

Uptown it's t-shirt man you aint hear my nigga Turk

St. Thomas puttin in work puttin faces on shirts

Stupid nigga you dont want beef wit us

cause we do pull ups, drive bys, and walk ups

and dogg the last nigga pled got his head bust

and dogg you'll get the same that's a promise, promise

I might be young but I aint scared to spin a Benz

I might be skinny but I aint scared to shoot 50

Juvey around wit me I'll shoot up where ya stay

We bout war no cost trigga-play

Me and Juvey, I gotta K. he gotta uzi

Two men on me I come drunk not stupid

and when we beefin yo' block gettin brusey

Me and Juzey yo head you'll loozey



[Verse Two: Young Buck]

Killa guerillas on my team hit the block in broad daylight

Diamonds that blind ya'll site duckin flossin my motor bike

paper chasers figures my pockets stay tight

I gotta key for every price stay up from sun to daylight

Gotta make that money mayn, whatev' it take for me to split ya wig

It ain't no thing cause I got choppers and grenades

Brang what you wan' brang justa another head & brains



[Verse Three:Young Buck]

I hit blocks earsin paper chasin is my hobby

You see me comin up you playa hatin tryna rob me

I don't think nigga Smoked Outt be on the real

Kickin flights all night tryna come up on a mill'

Nigga you besta feed me cause my click we takin over

Do what I told ya or get it knocked off ya shoulders

Bitch I'ma roller so respect my mind get outta line

and I'ma hit ya from behind nigga I told ya I'm soulja

and thats on the real Smoked Outt be the shit

Make you bitches feel nigga ya feel all the time ya dig



[Turk]

Y'all heard the motherfucker man

It's all gravy baby respect his mind

It's beatiful me ha dogg I be eatin fettucini

and steak for the last five years now

Nah what I'm sayin look I'm lovin dis life

Nah what I'm sayin my nigga Davis jus' boutta viper ha

It's black its off the heezy fa real

I know ya'll seen me passin through y'all hood

Look you haters out here dragin we earsin ya know

Hhheehhaaa it's all gravy baby

It's about two but I got some birds but I want 30 bitches

Heehhaa guess I'll by the stale

to stale you Cash Money in dis bitch

Jay-Z, Sha-sha, I ain't forget about ya Baby

Lil' Wayne, Turk, it's all gravy

Juvey, Suga Slim, your Bizza