1. Money In The Bank (feat. Young Buck)
[Lil Scrappy]
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!
[Chorus - 4X]
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank
[Lil Scrappy]
I'ma get that, dough and fuck with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start
You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega fuckin watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack
[Chorus - 2X]
[Young Buck]
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got
[Chorus - 2X]
[Lil Scrappy]
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
[Chorus - 2X]
2. Touching Everything (feat. Yung Joc)
[Chorus]
I'm in the street, yeah Scrappy touchin' err'thang
I'm in the mall, man Scrappy snatchin' err'thang (Yup)
When I'm in the club catch me smokin', drankin' err'thang
Swear to God I ain't lyin' man, I put dat there on err'thang
You already, you already know (Huh, Huh!)
You (You) already, you already know (Whoa!)
You already, you already know (It's ya boi Scrap, haha)
[Verse 1]
Soon as I wake up I'ma say my prayers
Then I look up in the closet to see what I'm gon' wear
I got the (G's Up) shirt, with the (G's up) chain
Got the G-Unit shoes, dat's whudd I'm talin'bout mayn'
I hit the showa, hit the charga
Put the key up in the starta
Hit the mall-a, with my niggas
Git the broad up, bend the cone then I holla
Tha fuckin' hardest, cuz I'm a mothafuckin' balla
I'm gangsta, dat's whudd it is and you gon' love it
Fuck bein' on TV - I'ma show my ass in public
Shawty it's nuthin', you know the young nigga buckin'
You ask 'bout me shawty and this what they say
I'm the wildest young nigga in the -A- (Sho'nuff)
Throwin' money in the bay cuz I'm paid (Hol' Up)
I went and spent 45 on my mouth (Hunned?)
Nawh, 45 thou' (Damn!), Shawty just look at my smile
[Chorus]
So whudd it is? - Man, you already know whudd it is
What's the deal? - You already know whudd it is
Now whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
Whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
[Verse 2]
You can catch me in the club gittin' drunk as usual
Tha ol' wildin' nigga just be so crutial
A couplah groupies with some big azz booty's
Sloppy ass drunk, trynnah do sumthin' to me
I'm like: Babydoll hold up, gitcha mind right
I'm lookin' atcha face, Yeah I mean you iight
Ya body off the chain, but ya head fine
Say you ain't a freak - You's a Goddamn lyer (Aye)
I'm on the goose, trynnah git loose
Gotta squad full of niggas dat'll git atchu
Don't got me wrong my nigga, on dat role down home
Even though we in the club, you can git dat chrome
I see ya poppin' at the mouth (Who you talin'bout?)
I ain't got bread at the house (Now who you talin'bout?)
All dat mean muggin' & dat mumblin' (Who you talin'bout?)
When I start bussin', start runnin' (Dat's whudd I'm talin'bout)
[Chorus]
So whudd it is? - Man, you already know whudd it is
What's the deal? - You already know whudd it is
Now whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
Whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
[Verse 3: Yung Joc]
Now when ya back touchin' ya stomach
I can teach her sunumics
A hunned miles and runnin', the realest who eva done it
Them hatas make me vomit, wishin' my sales plumb it
They mad cuz I hit the mothafuckin' block gunnin'
Stuntin'! Put 'em wheels on 'em 26s
Bitches! one to the truck to see who in it
A minute, his limo tinted watch you sayin' nigga?
Oh yeah we make plays - on the radio, we ain't playin' nigga
Tha kush and the peels (I got it!)
I put the push to the deal (I got it!)
8 karat bently on the wrist (How bout it?)
I bought the coup' just to match and (Hop out it!)
Yeeeeaah I mean every word
Gotta machine with a bean dat'll clean ya whole curb (Aye)
Scrappy, tell 'em - we G'd up
From the feet up - the block need us
[Chorus]
So whudd it is? - Man, you already know whudd it is
What's the deal? - You already know whudd it is
Now whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
Whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
3. Been A Boss (feat. Young Dro, Bohagon)
My Phone Is Tappped And So Is My Living Room
We Cant Hide The Money Here
We Need A Bigger Room
My Phone Is Tappped And So Is My Living Room
We Cant Hide The Money Here
We Need A Bigger Room
[Hook: x2]
My Phone Is Tapped And So Is My Living Room
We Cant Hide The Money Here
We Need A Bigger Room
Fuck The Feds Let Em Be Mad
I Been The Boss Motherfucker
Im Suppose To Brag
[Lil Scrappy:]
When I Was Small I Seen Mama In The Freezer With A Ice Cream Jug
Worth More Than The Visa She Used To Hide The Money In The Ceiling
Having Stacks On Deck Now Thats A Mighty Good Feelin Fuck The Days Im
Gettin Paid By Da Hour Been In The Wood To Long For Da Shit To Go Sour
When Da Feen Come Ima Give Em What Da Want The Definition Of Customize
Now Put That In Yo Trunk If I Aint Got G's Ima Get It From The Streets
Leavin A.V.E's Offa Zone 3 On Da Corner Wit Da G's Thats How Its Gon Be
My Whole Family In Hood Surrounders Gotta Eat Gotta Dough Connect That
Charge Me End Of The Bred And My Studio Engineerin Cut Da Chop From Da
Stack My Pockets Is Fat And My Daughters Is Too Just Think Of All The
Thousands Of Dollars We Run Through
[Hook x2]
[Young Dro:]
Im Goin Ten A Key Da Feds Tried To Injure Me A Bitch Told Scrappy
And He Told Me Dat They Into Me Know I Drank Remy They Kno I Rid 23's
Kno I Let My Screen Fall When I Be In Dc Think Cause Im On B.E.T Dat I
Aint Neva Seen A Key I Wuz Sellin Break Down Back When Dey Made Lean On
Me Now I Got Dat Bling On Me 12 Carat Ring On Me Yellow Black Charger
Dats My Waffle House Machinery Feds Come And See Dem Clips Like Da
Diamonds In My Ear Hate Cause I Pop Christal Open Just Like You Pop A
Beer Straight Drop Vodka Here Choppa Here Hoppa Here Gator Guts Aint In
The Insent But I Bet Dat Ostrich Is Show You How To Prosper Quick Flip
A Brick Flip It Quick Stick A Move We Aint Got No Time For Dat Silly
Shit Dro
[Hook x2]
[Bohagon]
I Been A Made Man Say Da Word And You'll Get Touched Up Keep Talkin
Shit Bitch Ill Have Yo Whole Click Hushed Up See Me Split A Guard Thats
Probably Bubble Crish Crushed Up Ima Pinp Ima Gangsta First And
Foremost Ima Hustler See Hagon All About His Money Yall Dont Get It Do
Ya Tell Me What Ya Need And I Got People That Can Give It To Ya I Wasnt
Really Hand To Hand I Was More A Trafficka Get Cha Cush From Cali Or
Some Diamonds From Africa You Akin New Good But I Been Grindin Fa A
Minute Now You Can Get It Wit Me But Ima Get It Any How Bo Scrap And
Dro Out Here Tryin To Get Dis Money Now Deez Otha Niggaz Out Here Ackin
Scary Like Dey In A Haunted House Jus Kee Playin Wit It But It Aint A
Game Aint A Thang Grab Da Thang And Send Da Fellas Brains Like Em Dana
Dan Dro Be Watchi Lean On Me And I Be Watchin Purple Rain Scrap Lets
Count Dis Hundred Keg Go And Pop Some Purple Thangs
[Hook x2]
4. Gangsta Gangsta (feat. Lil Jon)
[Intro]
Zone 3, Aye!!
We finna crunkin' bitch up (BME!)
Show yall what some real gangstas is at
Some of yall niggaz just dunno (G-Unit!)
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
BME motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
[Verse 1]
So many ways, you can spray, git hit
With tha' K, anyday, ain't gon' motherfuckin' say (Aye, Aye!!)
Dat you might git touched
Cuz em gangsta ass niggaz, they don't talk too much
Come around, fuck with me, and then you might git rushed
Nawh, I ain't with the yappin', but I make the gat go bust
Keep fuckin' with us, we off the danger-ous
Show you the meanin' of Ash 2 Ash, is just a Dust
If you laid back in the 'Lac
I dunno If them hatas gon' handle dat
Keep my motherfuckin' hand on my fuckin' gat
Aye, yall motherfuckers betta git back
Yea, all the young ladies call me +Get It Mayn'+
I don't know if yall lames gon' undastand
You can see the phat stacks off, in my pants
Tried to keep it like a lame, you ain't got a chance bwoi, cuz
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
Guerilla Unit motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
[Verse 2]
What cha lookin' at? - Yee'in hard like granite!
Hardest nigga on the planet, err punch I throw landed
Yee'in gon' be standin' afta me, Goddammit!
Knock you off ya balance, if ya ass try to challenge
Who, me?! Nawh, I ain't say I was no killa
I just sayd dat I ain't no bitch nigga
Yee'in think I was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I rock the Kakhi's with the belt
On the Beach of Miami rock Versace with the silk
I'm so gangsta - I eat the cereal out the milk
And nawh I ain't actin', I'm just real like dat
Make my grill look good with the 45 stack
Some of yall motherfuckers ain't built like dat
I got gangsta in my blood, so you can kiss my ass
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
BME motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
[Verse 3 Lil Scrappy]
Got the white walls on the Old School (Dat's gangsta!)
When I whip up, all the ho's choose (Dat's gangsta!)
I git money like I fuckin' posed to (Dat's gangsta!)
Yea, I know I'm gangsta - but how 'bout you (Not gangsta!)
All black shirt with the black out shoes
Black tube socks and a matchin' hat too
And my G-Unit jeans straight raw blue
Cuz where I'm from bein' a playa is gangsta smooth
I'm a Guerilla on it all, keep my lil' pimpin' straight on G' mode
All up in the club with my pockets on swole
Oh, you think I'm sweet?! - Then try me ho'
Git stomped to the flo'
I was born in the A, raised in the A
When I did my durrt nigga, I ain't gon' say
Shiit, I was gon' grow up and be a gangsta anyways
Gotta couple of war wounds on the gangsta face
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
Guerilla Unit motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
5. Livin' In The Projects
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 1]
Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects)
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap
I ain't trynna be no act
I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects)
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects)
Tha police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...)
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 2]
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla
Git outta here would all a nigga wann'
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...)
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 3]
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
A surely young nigga when his dad got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was...
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
6. Police
[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin
touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha
badge get da fuck roun me. [Repeat 2x]
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Everybody wan kno what happened in Orlando, we had a confirmation
but they aint wan let it go. Tryna push me, ol bitch ass police, actin
hard wit a suit but a badge cant fool me. C'mon dawg dont take ya job
dis serious. A gun will kill any fuckin cat dats curious. Its a lot of
hard heads in tha streets dats furious. Aint nuthin u can tell me, aint
nuthin u can do to us. Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad, nigga I can
tell you broke cuz u took my cash. One sight of abuse and ima whip yo
ass. C'mon man why you tryna rag? Dont wanna let a nigga off tha hook,
wanna go by da book. Wen we both kno in our eyes you da biggest crook.
Stop actin you kno you on tha powder. Punk ass prolly sniff da dope by
da fuckin hour.
[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin
touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha
badge get da fuck roun me. [Repeat 2x]
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. [x2]
[Verse 2:]
Police dont love me, they tryna cuff me. Somebody do somethin I
aint even get nuthin. They came in rushin, I start to bustin. Wit my
back to da wall I can see wuts comin. Stead of handlin da shit they
wanna handle tha shit. Tha feds outside of my door tryna take a pic.
And some of em cool and some of em rude but I feel er'one of em my
attitude. And I hope they do wut they gotta do. Cuz if they pull tha
heat ima pull tha tube. And if it aint in ya heart boy dont be no fool,
cuz God still lookin at chu. Cuz on earth lot of fuckin chiefs no
indians. They say some of da police fag and feminine. If you call for
help you prolly snitch on ya self. Do tha ?? niggas catch a fuckin gun
from tha belt.
[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin
touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha
badge get da fuck roun me. [Repeat 2x]
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. [x2]
7. Like Me
[Intro]
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)
[Chorus]
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')
[Verse 1]
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help
[Chorus till end]
8. Lord Have Mercy
[Intro:]
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins
G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E
[Chorus:]
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no
[Verse 1:]
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you
[Chorus:]
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no
[Verse 2:]
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)
[Chorus:]
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no
9. Oh Yeah (Work) (feat. Sean P of the YoungBloodZ, E-40)
[Lil Scrappy]
I hear everyone of you
We do it like the army do
I can go vertical
Let's go, hey, hold up (hold up)
No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!!
C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!
[Chorus]
Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches inbetween my tires
Nut in my pocket metal ?? three grand
diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'ma get my nigga, grind like hell
when I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scale
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale!
[Lil Scrappy]
I'm never goin' broke no mo'
aslong as my folks keep -guns-? and the blow
They sell it on up and then they bring back mo'
and everybody askin' what I got that work fo'
(Got What!!!)
Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frame
You look up at my face
and tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazed
they be like OH!
Nigga see it from the boss, see the way it glow
Yeah! Them thangs twinkle in the light right
I don't know, I jus twinkle in the lime light
gotta Chevy same color as a can of Sprite
sippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' right
I've been livin', my whole life pimpin'
you'll never catch me slippin'
fuckin' with ya'll women
Scrap be chillin', I stay on the grind
It's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul of Youngbloodz]
I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo')
Criss inten-ed-ed fo' a show
Notice I ain't out but four times every week (every week)
during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed)
Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood)
proud of football, damn ya'll niggaz do it (do it)
Whenever we in Atlanta now they callin me and you (you)
everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood)
Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)
gotta stay fresh fo' you dead monkey ho (ho)
26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)
Get the cameraman I'm a God damn show
Shower cap and all, bitch you already know (know)
fuck around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho)
Get my nigga, yeah I grind like hell
rubberband around my money, like a God damn playa (damn playa)
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Ooooooooh!
Swapped out grill
they say that hustla that (that) boy worth a few mill
he sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dolla bills
that's his car parked in the front door on them big wheels
He ain't never been a punk!
Ooooooooh!
Booga Suga Pusha
fuck a state troopa
I'm livin' fo the moment,I ain't livin' fo the future
Producer bring it to you, bring the noise like a tuba
crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga
Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie)
drank like a pirate (pirate)
wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it)
Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)
manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)
Traffic I'm in and out (out)
gotta work when it's a drought (drought)
don't take the main street (street)
take the other route (route)
Sucka use your head
dumby..
you heard what I said
I'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread
