G-code

Lil wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me cuz i'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em
I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it i take it
Watch ya chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz i tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still i haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th carrollton hollygrove
That's my g-code

Chorus (lil wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus x 2

[juvenile (verse 1)]
You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch
When a nigga blow... you hit him up with tha torch
You got confidence... you got your chest buffed out
If you buy a lex... you got your shit clutched out
Niggas know your name... 'cause they done heard it in tha pen
Niggas know your face... 'cause of tha places you done ben
Your family straight... is that goin' for somethin'
You got your lil' man with ya... he ain't askin' for nothin'
Get rid of these roaches... you got a cash money toaster
Ready for war... you got that iron in your holster
Full of that fire... black magic on your tires
You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar
You're swolled up... you just come home from doin' sticks
You done blowed up... and you already got them bricks
If they try ta jack... is you gon' put 'em in they place?
When you cock your shit... is you gon' hit 'em in they face?

(chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[verse 2]
You full of that liquor... you just met a little freak
And you're ready to hit her... up in the corner, and it's sweet
You're feelin' good... you're makin' money out the ass
Up in your neighborhood... you 'bout ta go buy you a jag
You're quittin' the game... everything is gravy
Cuz ya made a little change... from bustin' them niggas' brains
Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need
Up inside of your crib... like hennesy and weed
You're runnin' with killers... you got that green shit with ya
You're slingin' them pillas... you don't know nothin' but guerrillas
You got television... up in your lexus and your benz
You can go and get 'em... showin' off in twenty-inch rims
'bout 187... you put a finish to your beef
With them mac-11's... while your suckin' your gold teeth
You accept your lick... look, you protect it like a man
When you got that iron... is you gon' slang what's in yo' hand?

(chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[verse 3]
You full of some diamonds... you got your rolie iced out
You're steadily shinin'... you livin' in a nice house
You gon' put your girl... up on tha next thing smokin'
If she think you're jokin'... is she gon' get a quick chokin'?
You could take a trip... to tha bahamas if you want
You could turn a trick... with lil' momma if ya want
You ain't worried 'bout nothin'... tha game been good to you
So you done retired from hustlin'... or is ya still doin' somethin'?
You tired of them laws... tryin' ta take niggas ta jail
You tired of them boys... cuz you got money for your bail
You got a reputation... cuz you be bustin' them heads
Niggas be infiltratin'... tryin' ta give you up to tha feds
You eat tha best of shit... and be ballin' at breakfast-s
Tattoos all on your stomach and on your neck and shit
You 'bout ridin' up in tha best of shit, and them new lexus-s
You got nothin' but diamonds up in your necklaces

(chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Bring your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[juvenile]
Bring your mac-11, and march nigga step
Bring your ak, march nigga step
Bring your mac-90, march nigga step
Call my nigga, baby, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, weezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, turk, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, geezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, mannie, ta march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Play with tha cmb, you gon' march nigga step
March nigga step

[mannie fresh talking]
In tha year 2000
March nigga step
Get tha fuck on

[juvenile] that's right, cash money done
Took over this shit, motherfuckers.
Y'all don't know how ta do it. i'ma
Show ya how i live. (number-one
Stunters.) peep this shit out, lil' one:
(this is how the fuck we do it, boy)

[juvenile]
My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin' for months
Put jackie chan outta business, tha way that i live stunt
Man, i'll spend fifty g's on just a chair and a sofa
Got tired of all that drivin' so i got me a chauffeur
Gettin' head watchin' tv on tha block of magnolia
Give tha kids twenty dollars when i open my door
My grill like marble floors, was workin' with four
After we score, i laid there and got me six more
Now my body needs ta be treated, i'm 'bout to get weak
Full of that shit, gon' kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy
They call my watch tha north pole cuz it's flooded with ice
It's a bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night
If somebody get my jewelry they'll be set for life
Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife
Money ain't shit ta me because i'm young and i'm blessed
I don't carry no cash; it's credit cards, or checks

(chorus 4x [juvenile])
Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', "there's some asses."

[baby]
Nigga, i stretched tha rover, stopped playin' with these hoes
Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho
[b.g.]
Fuck, i be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
Got seven-year-old children wanna grow up to be like me
[baby]
Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor
Got a mouth full of gold so i can boot these hoes
[b.g.]
Somebody asked me tha time, i just had ta look back
Showed them tha biggettes on my watch and said how i could see that
[baby]
Got trillion cut earrings so i can blind these hoes
I'm tha number-one stunter fuckin' rap-hoes (rap-hoes)
[b.g.]
Stun'n is a way of livin', ya fuckin' with my clique
Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don't exist
[baby]
I got all my hoes ridin' lexus coupe two-door
Put tha cadillac up, it was movin' too slow
[b.g.]
We cash money stunters runnin' long as tha street
You wan' verify our cash, go ask first nbc, nigga

(chorus 4x)

[turk]
Look, look
Bitches... say i stunt too much
It's o... k cuz i can back it up
Know you gon'.. let me.. do what i do
Rock my rolie, ride drop-tops, too
'til tha day i die, i'm gon' shine
Drive top-of-tha-line
Pop bottles of wine
Break bread with my cliquer niggas... niggas
Toss hoes, take naked pictures... pictures
Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga... nigga
Try not to get a big head, nigga... nigga
Look, you like my watch, ha
You like my ring, ha
You like tha way it look and how it bling bling, ha
I got so many karats, i could feed ten rabbits
Got so much ice, cool me down when i wear it
Every nigga in my clique... bubble and glide
Every nigga in my clique... sittin' low and high

(chorus 4x)

(ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

[juvenile]
Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks.. niggas tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce, get hit.. armed 'rilla and six
Somebody wig get split for ten g's of chips
It's where the feds'll dip through
Enemies get you
Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you
Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
L.v. buckin' 'cause t.c. killin' ain't nothin'
Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get druggin'
On new year's tha lights get shot out at six o'clock
Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha cro'(tch), bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up and they holla
(?) beam aimed at your dome... for some powder
I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha eddie bauer
Get all seventeen and, nigga, i'ma holla

(chorus [mannie fresh])
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from

[juvenile]
Is ya ready for it? better be over-prepared
When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "soldiers beware"
They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up
Old nickel tucked in tha back of his 'baud cuffs
Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck
If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
'cause he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up
Mind your business is a code, too, i never told
Ever since a nigga was a million years old
Bein' a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward
Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these niggas wanna be (?) or tha man in charge
With tha ak-47 it'll change you boys

(chorus)

[juvenile]
Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask
Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast
Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass
Second.. linin'.. family.. scared
(?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it
Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it
Mission.. bitches.. hittin'.. switches
Twenty.. inches.. plenty.. bitches
All day.. hustle.. beaucoup.. scuffle
Niggas.. huddle.. ak.. muffled
Blood in.. puddles.. people.. scatter
Flying.. pieces.. of human.. matter
Police.. don't know.. probly.. won't know
Unless.. they stay.. shit they.. don't know
Keep it.. quiet.. tell no-.. -body
Start no.. shit and.. stay in.. silence
Maintain.. focus.. stay off.. porches
Watch for.. poachers.. carry.. toasters

(chorus [mannie fresh])
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
I know where i'm goin'
To tha fuckin' magnolia
Believe that there
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Layin' it down
Layin' it down
To 3000

](ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...)
(...one)

[juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit
You lil boyz don't even respect your momma
You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a big tymer
You lil boyz swear to god it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens

(chorus [lil' wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, reebok, and girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, reebok, and girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'bout to explode rounds

[baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if i heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar
B.g., wayne, juvie, big tymers, whatever
But, however, if i could do
I'ma cook your hood like i cook up pill-goods, fool

(chorus [lil' wayne])
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, reebok, and girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, reebok, and girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'bout to explode rounds
Look

[mannie fresh]
Check it out, check it out
You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y'all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had '99
But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine
You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends
You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil boyz know i do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma i'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns

[lil' wayne]
Look, look,
When.. i.. ride.. dog
Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
'cause i'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know lil' weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and i'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin'.. tha mac-11.. burst
Hit 'em where it.. hurts
I'ma shoot.. first
Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
Blood all over tha place
Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
It's lil' wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down

(chorus [lil' wayne])
Look, look,
'cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, reebok, and girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, reebok, and girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'bout to explode rounds

[lil' wayne]
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
What

[juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night
This is my life
Everybody know i be on tha flight
To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong
Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong
Singin' tha same song, sayin', "juvie ain't shit!"
With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich."
When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes
I pay dues, with them pistols i made moves
And i'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard
Why ya fuckin' with mines? i ain't fuckin' with y'all
Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh
You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea
Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be
Then, (?) these bullets (?) is comin' for me
With my t-shirt and rees on
Cuz only god knows what these niggas be's on

(chorus [lil' wayne])
Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them uptown hot boy$ on tha street at night
So i hope you got your soldiers and your 'bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them uptown hot boy$ on tha street at night
So i hope you got your soldiers and your 'bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off

[lil' wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
Sip it
Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?)
Chrome mac diply (what?)
Automatic spitty (what?)
I'm a hot boy, nigga, follow me
Do or die, survive with me (huh?)
Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?)
Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh?)
Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?)
Then, cita, he never walk again (so?)
Don't play with them shots again (oh)
I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month
See, i told 'em, "nobody move; nobody head bust."
Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust
Nigga, i'm a soldier, trust
I'll blow a hole in your guts
And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh)
You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh)
Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh)
I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh)
Look, i'm straight thuggin'
Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin'
I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin'
That ain' nothin'
It's weezy weez
I show off behind cheese
Get full of trees
Here i come, you better leave

(chorus2x [lil' wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them uptown hot boy$ on tha street at night
So i hope you got your soldiers and your 'bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa

[b.g. + (lil' wayne)]
Niggas know i could get ugly when it come to that (to that)
Oh, for sure, i leave ya bloody if ya come for that (for that)
I ain't no ho, if in beef i ain't gon' run from that (from that)
You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz i'll come for that (for that)
I keep pistols in my possession cuz i stays in shit (what?!)
I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with k's and shit (wha?)
My momma tried ta keep me inside, but i snuck out tha back (oh)
Shot hookie from school, hung on v.l. and sold a lil' crack (fo sho')
Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (hangin')
If my toes get stepped on, i'm click-clackin' and bangin' (bangin')
I've been out here since i was, like, ten years old
Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four
Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that
I'm out here now, and ain't no way that i'ma look back
Fresh layed tha track down, i picked tha pad up for a minute
Put tha gat down
But don't think i still won't act, busta

(chorus [lil' wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them uptown hot boy$ on tha street at night
So i hope you got your soldiers and your 'bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them uptown hot boy$ on tha street at night
So i hope you got your soldiers and your 'bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them uptown hot boy$ on tha street at night
So i hope you got your soldiers and your 'bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Get it right and keep it right
Cuz them uptown hot boy$ on tha street at night
So i hope you got your soldiers and your 'bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa

[juvenile]
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga, "fuck ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section, we to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads
Nigga catch a felony... he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state... we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin'... they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin'.. i'll attack like a rhino
Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in sk's

(chorus2x b.g.)
Man, pop that nigga
Man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga
Man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

[juvenile]
Stay from 'round here, i tell ya.. these niggas ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways.. and in the cuts
Gettin' the fuck when atf is pullin' up
People in the projects say, "them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right... that's how it is on the block
Real duck t-shirt, 'bauds, and reeboks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked-up attitude totin' a chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of (?)
We ain't tryin' ta see the jailhouse
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what i'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

(chorus2x)

[b.g.]
Come through the hood where ya hang with a k, and when i see ya
What i'ma do to ya, i know i wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, nigga.. leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet
I play it raw when i'm in beef, i'm a hot boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where i be
Fuck a nigga's how i feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' !blockah! !blockah! from four-fours
I'm a dog, with a gun in my hand i cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin
Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga
Don't please me
I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, nigga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what

(chorus4x)

[b.g. talking]
Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me (fuck him)
Fuck his whole clique, nigga (fuck 'em all)
Ya don't like me, i don't like you, nigga (i don't like ya, nigga)
You don't like me, that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you, that mean i don't like you (!blockah! !blockah!)
The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga
Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's cash money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch-ass niggas throwin' bricks (???????) (fuck 'em all)
It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me (fuck 'em all)
We got this here (fuck 'em all) and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, slim, juvie, b.geezy, turk, weezy, fresh, ya heard me
Joe casey, travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga
We comin' through, nigga
We layin' it down, nigga, and we just doin' what we do
Keepin' it real
Cash money for life

Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because i'm first
Can't you tell i never had nothin'
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin'
If them people catch me i'm goin' to jail fo' sho'
My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo'
While i be askin' my lawyers, "when they gon' let me go?"
He be tellin' me, "just be cool until you go to court"
Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit
Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick
Back and forth to keys, but the lil weezy handle purchase
Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' church's
Shop always open 'cause nobody never closes
Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses
Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit

Chorus: manny fresh (4x)
Somethin' gotta shke nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the reall niggaz
Jack all of the fake niggaz

Juvenile:
My hallways full of piss
Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit
That's why i got that chopper in the back full of clips
About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks
All my niggaz gone, i'm the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin', look
Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out lex's and benzes
With the tv's, and the cd's, and 20 inch 'renzes
Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world
I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that guerl
Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause i ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest

Chorus: (4x)

Baby:
Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don't have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules
I don't play, i'm a mastermind, it's a big tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule
Rolls parked, i play this game with no law
Red beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, i'm tryin' to see a better day
Went to miami bought that azora anyway
Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules
Just the chance i gotta take on these streets fool
Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool

Chorus: (6x)

Manny fresh:
Somethin' gotta shake nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2g
You know me