Chorus: (d-roc)
be ballin g's we get buck
all ballin g's just get crunk
b**hes let me see you ride that dick
n***a you got ice than rock that sh**
real n***as they dont hide they sh**
we live and die for n***as we ride wit
f**k tha fame you can have that sh**
imma slang an husltin an try to break me a b**h
Verse 1: (kaine)
I been many places
n***as pimpin an n***as playin
n***as hustlin n***as lyin an n***as prayin
for that allmighty
I ride them twenty inch yokohamas
in this game n***a I broke ya momma
smokin some-a
that tropical potent thunder
slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber
chancin of u seein this n***a, Stevie Wonder
the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number
(d-roc)
one of the realest n***as you looked at trick
imma slang an hustle an try an break me a b**h
soft a** n***as dont bust like this
eightball f**k up all yall when I spit
blows like snows in Ohio thats thick
catch this come up short like bushwick
trick we be known at the slap ridas click
we dont chase hoes an hate n***as that ride dick
(Chorus)
Verse 2: (kaine)
give me the mic an ill give you songs
when the beats bumpin
give you something
for yo streo
an benz-o
chockin the f**k off endo
then go
splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
livin with a b**h you do nothin but blow herbs
when we tally hoe
daddy go
thats when my n***as say boom boom crack boom boom
thats what the trigger say
(d-roc)
what I deliever
make you civil
like you was???
break the skeleton outta mothaf**kas who sellin them
shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
physically hurtin me
but n***a the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
spreadin over this bullsh**
sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
firearm
how come you think??? with my pistol and
think I got no k**in utensils
(kaine)
pistol play
playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap
post up an im gone bleed yo block
make it hot til it burn like a n***a sellin rocks
dd or one d n***a what the f**k
my room of 45's got my back in the cuts
??? join the club
I bust all day
just as long as a mothaf**ka pay me what I weight
hate in my bloodstream
smoked out dreams
shoot raps through my vein like a n***a was a fiend
I told yall n***as we was hard from the start
keep enough sh** yo blow ya block apart
just to say I did that
you know who did that
that n***a everybody know
he in the fat pack
moet if it was fly n***a I said it
you might regret it if you wet it
and you need a medic
(Chorus)
(d-roc and kaine talkin)