(feat Hot Boys)
[BG]
You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga
Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling
But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots
of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
what, the, situation be
I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CM
is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga
(4, minutes, left!)
[Juvenile]
Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia
They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's
While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street
You representin? It better be M-A-G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave
A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and TC
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge
(3, minutes, left!)