Eric Goudy III - Got Mine lyrics

S.L.A.B., yeah.. [Hook - 2x] Why they wanna hate a G, and steady talking down It don't matter, cause I'm still gon get mine Now I'm on top of my game, and so I gotta shine For the hood, cause I got out and got mine [Archie Lee] That n***a Archie Lee, gon get his cash regardless You can hate on a playa, but you still the fraudest n***a I paid dues, to get this cash It ain't fall out the sky, in no Giftwrap bag sh**, I use to have them Ziplock bags Full of O.Z.'s from whole ki's, I flipped that fast I hit the block with that hard balling, pitch that crack Now I'm in it straight winning, don't forget that black Ask my n***a Knock-Knock, he can vouch for that We move bricks on ships, for you nonbelievers At the end of the day, we stay focused homie Better hating from a distance, I got my toaster on me come on [Jay'Ton] It's the Jay'Ton, I steady be dropping bombs On n***as that be hating me, cause I'm setting off alarms Through the lot, working the block until it's hot Then I burn off to that next spot, with the trunk popped On a hater who ain't heard of a G, S-L-A-B Across my gla**, so they know who I be I tell these nothing-a** hoes, I'm a P-I-M-P And I got the magic stick, and it ain't for free b**h [Pimp Skinny] Bust for mine, represent it everytime And bump a n***a off, if he get out of line Drop it on a dime, it's my reason for a rhyme Nothing but the G sh**, till I'm laying in the ground Me and my click gon show spine, stuck on the grind Pimp Skinny that's fa sho, you n***as already know 1-9-7-4, break a b**h break a hoe Do it like it G-O, so quit hating on S.L.A.B. hoe [Big Bee] It's the Woss Ness representer, they gotta check these broads They knock me, cause I'm a ghetto star I'm talking bout these bullsh** n***as, smile in your face Talk behind your back n***as, I'ma keep mashing n***as It give you hoes, something to talk about Like how Big Bee, staying with S.L.A.B And stay hot with Lil Head, that stand 4'3 With connections with Trae and Dougie D, to collect the currency [Hook - 2x] [Trae] When I was broke in the game, I know these haters would diss me Now I'm pulling up in a bumper slab, that make boppers wanna kiss me These n***as ain't got no love for a G, when I was showing it back Now I'm on a mission in a Buick, and ain't got no time to look back They really don't wanna see me doing good, but now I be representing for the hood Stepping out like Trae a superstar, and these n***as be wishing that they could Be like a Southside, Slow Loud And Bangin' underground Flipping seven figgas out of the Maab, ready for any contender [Lil C] Pay close attention to me, I'll tell you what you need to know From extracts to snow, I'll show you how to get this do' First thang, it takes money to make money I trick off of myself, and give these broads my fake money Don't be a dummy, trying to buy it when you can't afford it Cause you got lil' ones coming up, that need to be supported I'm just saying man, sh** I'ma get mine regardless I came up broke, eventually it made me heartless [Agg] See I'm a Mob Figga, and I be known to get mine Boppers claiming they love me, cause they know I speak rhymes I'm getting dimes, me and my hoes get round You say I'm your homie, but girl you need to quit lying We in the mix now, it ain't no stopping our tape You wanna knock a n***a hustle, I got the Glock and I'll spray I know you hate to see me in the Bentley, chopping up weight The first hater finna fall, but sh** he dropping today And you might catch me in a 6-4, hitting switches with Trae And we ain't worried bout n***as yapping, cause he strapped with a K I'm bout my money now n***a, motherf** what you say Guerilla Maab and Mob Figgas, we be in it to stay [Lil Sha] I'm a Southern g**ner, with one up in the chamber n***as can't see me, on the first set of swangas b**h n***a mangler, stupid b**h strangler The only thing to hang you, the 4-4 will shame ya When a n***a says danger, all on my route I'ma try to put the whole Glock, all in your mouth I'm easy to locate, I'm all on the South At the club at the mall, plus I'm all by your house When I catch you ladies good, it's going all in they mouth He's weaker than weak bricks, so he softer than soft Send his family a message, buy off in your boss I know what your problem is, the bang got you lost [Dougie D] These haters they flock around me, and they come dime of the dozen All shapes sizes and colors, them dirty motherf**ers They ain't never stopping my shine, never gon see me slip Never gon take me off of my game, cause I'm too thoed to get You go hard or you go home, you can't handle it leave it alone This some grown man sh**, S.L.A.B. b**h we on our own Got no time for you bustas, you b**hes boppers or wa*kstas This your n***a Dougie D, swanging off on all haters [Lil B] Now tell me why you wanna hate Lil B, b**h a** n***a I'm still that hustler on the grind, trying to stack six figgas But when I turn around, this n***a be all in my face f** being your friend, I'ma f** around and catch me a case Talking down on my name, fake playa a** n***a Sha grab the K, I'ma f** around and spray this n***a It ain't no love, a n***a still will push and will shove You ain't no gangsta you a wanna-be, old fake a** thug [E] My name ain't got no love, so now I'm riding alone Swanging on chrome, late night when alone I'm a playa old school, and on the block Every single day, I love school I know the game done got shife, but I'm living life for Now I'm running up the twins, like Michelle Phifer In a Viper with the slab, you know I gotta keep it gangsta 2K3, ain't got no time for no wa*kstas