Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yes, please (Ooh)
Men greet men
All well
Stand, all ten
I'm all the way in there, ya heard me?
I don't wanna talk to 'em
(Get 'em Gates!)
[Verse 2]
Divorced all of my wives, cancelled all my soul ties
Countertops in the Southside, lettin' the coke dry (Coke dry)
I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck (Duck and wreck)
I'm a Muslim, yeah
Let me know where you gon' bump your head
Wanna post up on me for some bread
Tell 'em I ain't scared (Let's go)
Jumped the Hellcat with no tint
Work in my BlackBerry
T-shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm Jeff Perry
Swaggin' from the pipe, with hard pipe and she said, "Yes, Kevin"
What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said, "Yes, daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix the H with the fen, you could go fetch you a Benz
[Verse 3]
Bulletproof Cutlass Supreme (Ooh)
Necklace, enforced it with bling
Truck haul the interstate make the Honda touch down with them B's
Rollie on glisten, ka-ting!
Little, this shit was a dream
Bread winner, ego go aye
Jump in the whip and go screech!
[Verse 4]
Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutter, the street
Caught up with cutters and cleats, thuggin, I'm somethin' unique
My children love me
My women infatuated, pull the paper from outta that hoe
Everything platinum, ain't regular status
He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' them loads
These women mean nothin', they stealin' my energy from me
Was spinnin' me outta control
[Verse 5]
Fuckin' with trash, I learned my lesson (Ooh)
Two hunnid K for a new perspective (I did)
Got my attention, that ain't bad (Come on)
Get out of line or I'm gettin' you smashed
Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass (I'm on your ass)
When I'm in the tank, I'm doin' the dash
[Verse 6]
Keep your security 'round you
Knowin' you pussy and I'm not scared of nothing (I ain't scared of nothing)
I'ma control the threats, I shoulder press 'em
And turn on the pressure ugly
[Verse 7]
I made a lot of mistakes in life
But I'm up in rank, I'm growin' from that
I gave a lot of you **** some stripes
But I ain't aight, ain't going for that
[Verse 8]
Raisin' my son for the build the man and he 'bout to live in reality
We open with prayer, stick to the plan and this is the only reality
Your moral compass is all you got
Life in general, cold sport
The higher ups gon' play polite
The system still do what they want
[Verse 9]
Cool to kick it
But always remember that you a **** when you go to court
Been in that blender with plenty of course
Blemish my image, ain't gettin' no awards
[Verse 10]
Steady tryna be a better man
Still I handle bidness like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
Steady tryna be a better man
Still I handle bidness like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
[Verse 11]
Respect the laws of the jungle, **** layin' law down in the slums
I'm the same **** from behind the house
With Jermaine in here, dealin' drugs
I'm the same **** had Marlo Mike, underneath the wing of the bus
I just wanna see you come up, quarter p of green, tryna let 'em thug
I'm the same **** flood the wild side with the loratabs in the mud (I did)
In the bottom, standin' outside, Gates got the cocaine n' the bud
[Verse 12]
Rest in peace Lil' Fat, droptop Jag, come in all black
Him and Bell, put on me and Julio on Louisa Street for the pack
Let me take a **** back
'Fore I graduated with them racks
The whole Southside eatin', Willy and Trae both jumpin out Camaros
[Verse 13]
That's when Big London had a 'Lac
That's when Big Ed had a 'Lac
Boo and L playin' in the Lac
We on Arizona in the lab
Big Yak and Ivy in the CTS's with the spinners on him, that's a fact
I was Uptown at the Eastern Bash, white Stan Smiths with the tags
With the long dreads, Polo collars
With Girbaud shorts, lettin' 'em sag
With the red boxers, with the white horses, all four pockets full of bands
[Verse 14]
Aye, with all due respect (Come on man)
Aye, that's me you tryna be, you heard?
I don't chill like that, like that
Aye, come on man, my little soldiers only, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
It's really nothin' (Man you playin')
Written by: John Carrington, Kevin Gilyard, Leigh Elliott