theyre found And Lil Scrappy ride with me gone get ate like ham [Chorus: x2] Somebody gon get they ass kick ass kick Somebody gon get they wig split
wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals With heroin habits they picked up from the penile They let
her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they
scared to be deceased They always cover up they ears When I'm yelling and hollering out peace They going through it, they cranky Stressed out and tense They starving, they hungry They
you see me strutting down the street walking with a limp its not because im hard its cause I got my ass kicked by a bunch of real G's they beat my ass
' with real niggas. Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with
you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse OK I spazz, I curse You last, I'm first I'm on yo' ass, like dirt Behind that cash, get murked I'
pass Back up and give the R room Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms In my city they don't pop they collar Cats that do, get shot drop
impact So niggaz better get back The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back No need to
rocker, eight-tray hopper Silk headliner, ain't No Limit to how I shock ya All chrome dated, they superb when I drop her All these haters, they superb
do? (Gonna get get get it poppin' boy) Now what'chu gon' do? (Gonna get get get it poppin') I got that black no limit American Express card Mami you can get
disgust Hating but still trying to be like us Now, here they come again, the gold diggas trying to get paid Wanna trick the rich old niggas, trying to get
, I'm like peeser, y'all Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all Or get slapped, put up your dukes I kick you in your ass with my Nike boots Some rappers
ass bitch ass nigga no cash gettin-er hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta switch hittin ass, nigga too late he wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome
(It's a Tribe thing) What side is that Red? Can they kick it? Can they kick it? Yeah, can they kick it? I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it
but focusin' on they riches If it's too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggas dicks stay lifted when they thinkin' of me Cause the rhythm I
bastards Gangsta, niggas walk up in the club High as hell because we full of drugs What gang you claim, the way they wear them hats Don't get too close
