Lyrics
Out here slangin' on this blade prayin' that I don't get cut
By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts
Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, babbage weed is in my lungs
Nigga stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot him in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn?
When you cross in this game, then your ass will get burned
Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime
Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to dance
To the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell you robbers gonna' rob the robber?
Boy, I'm gonna' start you with pistol slapped cross mouth
Reachin' in your pockets, and take your money out
Mane, you now whats goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Ain't no credit givin', mane, you could get from 'round here
Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got Ps, coke, and some killers at the door
Hydro weed smoke and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
Quarter bird, what's the word? For you dog, it's da low (North Memphis)
Sellin' me babbage weed but you want the purest snow (North Memphis)
I'ma go, I'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat (North Memphis)
Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killers strapped with gats (North Memphis)
Always tryin' to be slick, you done stepped in some shit (North Memphis)
You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore your fuckin' drawers (North Memphis)
With me boy, you ain't know, 'cause the streets never lies (North Memphis)
Walk right up on your ass, shoot right between the eyes (North Memphis)
You be stankin' with the flies while I'm ridin' on chrome (North Memphis)
With your bitch, smokin' dro, fuckin' all in your home (North Memphis)
While you kissin' on her lips, she'll be suckin' on my dick (North Memphis)
Flippy flop on the paint, system boom as I dip (North Memphis)
Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis, Hollywood (North Memphis)
Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts (North Memphis)
Tryin' to stack me some papes, got my foot on you snakes (North Memphis)
I'm gon squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake (North Memphis)
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got Ps, coke, and some killers at the door
Hydro weed smoke and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got Ps, coke, and some killers at the door
Hydro weed smoke and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
You could duck from the TEC out the Escalade
Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid
If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
But you shall get sliced like a throat, with a swisher blade
Sippin' on some Paul-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid
Strapped with me an automatic gun, don't you violate
Nigga said, "He'll snitch on me dawg," I didn't hesitate
Caught him in the Projects one day, sent him to his grave
Players wanna' come through the hood, but forgot the fear
Knowin' it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place at the wrong time, call it Slipper's Gold
Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole
Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep
Snort a quarter ball, so that I could stay on my feet
Treat any bitch just the same as a nigga too
If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boy
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got Ps, coke, and some killers at the door
Hydro weed smoke and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy, man