Sheek Louch - Intro (After Taxes) lyrics

Hey yo B.G., pa** my drink my n***a We gon' try this one more time I'm back motherf**ers, get the mac muh'f**ers Pull it out the trunk, clack clack muh'f**ers I told y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin sick on it And I ain't put no one but my motherf**in clique on it (D-Block) No R&B, I ain't have no muh'f**in chick on it These other n***az songs, jail n***az beat they dick on it Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a couple less I don't give a f**, my bullets goin through a couple vests This ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD b**h What I'm sayin is ain't no commercial I came to stomp sh** out, drive by or get out Got a lil' money but, I'm used to bein without So act like I won't put your face on the side of Chase Then take your Ba** right off your little designer waist Can beat you with the hands, but I'm packin just in case Dice game, n***az sweatin, hopin that I ace Real n***az f** with me, thank you if you stuck with me Now the whole hood, screamin out a n***a company D-B, L-O-C-K Still got the turntables right next to the instant replay First I let you get to know me, now this one here I'ma let you b**hes get to blow me, talk to 'em slowly f** bein humble, and f** the soph*more jinx I been around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel It ain't changed, I seen n***az turn Bryant Gumbel After that, I done wild out and didn't fumble I even threw two guns up like I was in the jungle You will now board, flight number 3-5-4 First cla** hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore The music n***az pray to they God for Y'all n***az judge it yourself But if you soft and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health Whattup? {*gunshot*}