Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Vocals
Webbie
Vocals
Bun B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Jeremy Allen
Songwriter
Webster Gradney Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Allen
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Mic check)
Yeah, **** (Yeah, ****)
This for them **** who talkin' 'bout they got it on their mind
Won't get it off their chest
Act like they got it in their heart
That's them same pussy ass **** you gon' see on their back (On their motherfuckin' back)
Somewhere on their ass
Somewhere up under that dirt
Six feet, we ain't playin' like that (Never)
I'm with that on a youngin'
Webbie handle that, man (For trill)
[Verse 2]
Now I grew up around triggers, but it wasn't the triggers
It was **** huggin' the triggers that was bustin' the heads
And I grew up around chickens, but it wasn't the chickens
It was **** flippin' the chickens that was duckin' the feds
And I show up with a chopper, and it won't be the chopper
It'll be me bustin' the chopper that have them runnin' and scared
And I send ya to the doctor, and the doctor can try
But don't blame the doctor 'cause your bitch ass dead, I ain't never scared, mane
I been out chea, I'ma be out chea, if you come out chea, you'll see me out chea
Hooked up with Bun B out chea, now we tryin' to get Pimp C out chea
Webbie, man, y'all know what's up, Young Savage don't give a fuck
23's on every truck for me and my **** rolled up
Grew up around licks, but it wasn't the licks
It was **** hittin' the licks that was makin' the bread
I grew up around bitches, but it wasn't the bitches
It was **** pimpin' the bitches that was gettin' ahead
[Verse 3]
Now hold up (Hold up)
Rough and rugged, we grew up as soldiers (Soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gon' control us (Control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta holla is load up (Load up)
[Verse 4]
Now hold up (Hold up)
Rough and rugged, we grew up as soldiers (Soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gon' control us (Control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta holla is load up (Load up)
[Verse 5]
I'm tellin' ya now, don't play no games 'cause I be on some gangsta shit
Swing ya corner, creep up on ya, let it loose and stank you bitches
Bet y'all coward asses gettin' scared now, ain't you, bitches?
See how ya want be hoes, so bend over, let me spank ya bitches
Perpetratin' boy, listen, them choppers get to dumpin' and penetratin' them chests
And the way they got me feelin' make no sense in wearing vests
I'm straight up blessin' ****, I ain't even askin' questions
Shit, **** for what?
I don't believe in askin' questions, I'm a **** with guts
And 'fore I let a **** play me, I jones for a buck
Close range with a .380
Leave his ass leakin' while he shakin' on the pavement
Beat 'em down like a white man doin' slavery
Leave 'em crying for his fuckin' mama like a baby
Ol' cushion ass ****
Actin' like a bitch and make me whoop yo' ass, ****
Get your mind right, ol' pussy ass ****
[Verse 6]
Now hold up (Hold up)
Rough and rugged, we grew up as soldiers (Soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gon' control us (Control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta holla is load up (Load up)
[Verse 7]
Now hold up (Hold up)
Rough and rugged, we grew up as soldiers (Soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gon' control us (Control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta holla is load up (Load up)
[Verse 8]
You think this shit a game?
Man, you just wait till I come over there
You ain't really gotta change, you might as well just kill yourself
'Less your body made of steel, I'm tellin' you bring your ass home
Alright, now I done said, it be your head that get blast on
**** with masks on be on top of your roof
You gon' think that Bin Laden people got to choppin' at you
This shit is serious, ****, my life a dramacal
If you want comedy, stay inside and watch a ComicView
Don't get it started unless you really want this shit to get started
'Cause when I get started, this shit gon' get retarded, you heard me?
I grew up with nothing but soldiers and warriors, you heard me?
Use your common sense, why the fuck you think they call it the dirty?
A lot of **** get served, a lot of **** be servin'
I like to see **** duckin' when I be bootin' and swervin'
'Cause they 'round here thuggin' when they should be 'round here twerkin'
So from here on out, it ain't no fuckin' mercy, you bitch
[Verse 9]
Now hold up (Hold up)
Rough and rugged, we grew up as soldiers (Soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gon' control us (Control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta holla is load up (Load up)
[Verse 10]
Now hold up (Hold up)
Rough and rugged, we grew up as soldiers (Soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gon' control us (Control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta holla is load up (Load up)
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, T Hatch, W. Gradney