[Verse 1]

I got so much trouble on my mind

You playa haters make a real nigga shine

As we pop collars

Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars

We don't listen, hard-head-ass niggas

Heated with choppers

Can't tell me shit, or to talk to

When I'm walkin with my niggas thru the crowd

Talkin hella loud

Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns

Didn't search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1

You don't wanna see us

Nigga you better roll with us

We're ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us

We're obitual criminals, take your punk-ass home

Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on

You can't ride with us

You can't slide with us

When you're actin like a bitch

Terrified to bust

'415' with us, too scared to die with us

Red lights and street signs don't apply to us

We brake the muthafuccin law every chance we get

Put a .45 slug in the back of your shit

Now, how muthafuccin gangsta can you get

Cause niggas gotta have balls 'n brains in this

Game in this bitch niggas aim to miss

I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships

Smash and dip

Peelin on ass and hips

Do a show, bitches in the crowd flash they tits

We ain't fake nigga

Surroundin myself with killers

Know the best gun dealers in town

Bring Impalas to the shoot out

Puttin muthafuccas to sleep

It's deep, I still keep a .44 under the seat

You muthafuccas can't see me when I fade to black

Paranoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga



[Chorus x1]



Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry

Pistols, Power and Paper

Murderers, Money, Mayheim

Million of skyscrapers

Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?

Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?

Is you ready to ride?

Is you scared to die?

Is you scared to die?

Is you ready to ride?



[Hook]



Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry

Pistols, Power and Paper

Murderers, Money, Mayheim

Million of skyscrapers



[Verse 2]

I'm right behind ya

I know you feel death in a room

Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon

I'm a blood thursty money hungry nigga for cash

Ridin on enemies, smokin weed and hash

G's don't last, will I die from a violent death

Will I live til I'm 85 and die from sex

This muthafucca is walkin 'round I wanna stop him from breathin

As I dials his number he won't make it thru the weekend

I came thru the door

I said it before

Put one in his dome

He was dead before he hit the floor

Cause a Thug Lord nigga is always hard

Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card

Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball

Never slide before a bitch nigga is hidin from

Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets

Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga



[Chorus x2]



Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry

Pistols, Power and Paper

Murderers, Money, Mayheim

Million of skyscrapers

Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?

Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?

Is you ready to ride?

Is you scared to die?

Is you scared to die?

Is you ready to ride?