her from be-hiiiind (knock her from be-hiiiind) I make a bitch bleed to black wit a certified knot and a platinum cock The pimpin didn't stop, even when the bids died We
everybody know us in the streets, we like royalty Commandin' respect and demandin' click loyalty If you ain't down with freein' Pimp C, then fuck all y'all
life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady
crossed Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein' scared of a nigga That breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein' shook we
you want doe, they servin' you niggas Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas You know whether we ride or we die we gonna get this All I know is drugs
is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress
The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin bout all the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through Now
kill if you had to We might wobble but we don't fall down We take the gospel from Makaveli, pass it around Ah, shit, we gonna taste the power We started
pull steal Ready Rock ain't concerned with y'all I'm too big too strong for y'all And I came too long for y'all, ya heard Pun Takes years to earn a pair
the east indies we were bound to plunder the raging main And it's many the brave and a galliant ship we sent to a watery grave Ah, for freeport we did
ceiling Brooklyn all the way to New Zealand Harlem all the way to Jamaica Run's up in your Bodega Queen's, and to the playa's in all
show you real love A dedication to them real thugs ?Cause we the last one's livin' All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns We can break
them real thugs Cause we the last one's livin' [Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy] All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns We can break
piece by piece Never weak in the least, think you better see a priest Mortality, don't battle me, it's costly We the raw breed, all of y'all is just
the gangsta, stackin cheese And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed We ride wit
the playas in need If you bout to head to feed you just some niggas gotta bleed So keep the game tight, hustle on a late night Bring me money, don't come up short and we
prayin' Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin' wearin' a cross, that's real Got him, lurked
Kill all the fags that don't agree Trials by fire, setting fire Is not a way that's meant for me Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws, yeah