(Intro - Gangsta Boo)
Yo, yo... What the f**'s goin' on
With all you undercover-a** playa haters
All motha-f**in' snitch
My n***a T. Rock sh**
What the f** y'all tryin' to do?
Y'all tryin' to hold us down or somethin'?
Ya know what I'm sayin', you n***as can't do that
'Cause we 'bout it baby
Ya know what I'm sayin', it's all good
We can see you, but you can't see us n***a
Me and the Rockafella, T Rock baby
ATL, Memphis, the whole motha-f**in' south
And you know that n***a
(T. Rock)
Can I begin the story of a n***a
Tryin' to make a million for eternity
In the city of Atlanta
Reapin', wreck an angel from a grandma
But it ain't no way for me to make green
'Til my n***a T-Low introduced me
To Mac and The Kaze
Then no one could stop me
All that juice to her, I swear?
? Prophet P and recruited me
n***a I turned to Prophet Posse
Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide
Spittin' fury out my Range and ride
Burnin' rappers like bacon fried
Won't you tell me who'll stop a playa 50 rollin' nationwide
Provin' high n***as that you anxious
Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps
Watch us from gauges, we snatchin' your soul
And vote it Heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it
And you's a n***a tryna spread a story
'Bout some sh** that didn't happen in my lifetime
All you fakers and phonies are on the edge
Like a superstar man walkin' tightlines
Ever want a n***a on the white grind
Nationwide n***as on the rise
Sportin' a disguise, creep up on ya
And it don't matter what??
Triple 6 k** like clan and T. Rock
Rockafella stretch a million other papers
Won't you realize
A n***a finally came up in the game
All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss
Act like I don't know, you got to deal it straight
Now you burnin' n***as down to a crisp
And I don't risk 'cause I'm T. R-O-C-K
Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways
Runnin' hoochies with gold in their mouths
And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way
(T. Rock)
1 - n***a yeah know
n***a, yeah know
We rollin' clean rides
And we blowin' hella dope, n***a
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(Gangsta Boo)
Do a motha-f**in' S.O.S.
Step on sight, what the f** you gonna do when you bleed?
I'll be comin' with the Prophet Posse
Know that Gangsta Boo
I'm 'bout the baddest b**h that you ever seen
How many times you wanna hold me down
But like that named Puffy, b**h, I would not go
All the other stupid sh** that you be kickin'
When I'm pimpin', when you slip, run into my front door
I be rollin' with them n***as that's out the projects
You wanna bet
?W-L? dub your whole motha-f**in' chest
Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me
It's money over b**hes, yeah
I'm the type of b**h that be kickin' sh**
The type of b**h that be takin' other b**hes' dick
The type of b**h that be all about a paper chip
The type of b**h that ride with the Triple 6
(T. Rock)
Miss steady and the Rockafella crew can load clips
With lyrical???? the whole slip
Gangsta Boo got????? take and slap a trick down to the floor
And give her swole lips
(Gangsta Boo)
It's all good, I think I got her to a 5
Got you finally realizin' you be hypnotized
Me and my n***a T. Rock???
We smoked out straight to Atlanta, live
Repeat 1 to fade