tellin what you find in my trunk Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no punk So break down the dank and roll up that shit Light the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
t find us We bubble down atl and hit the 'linas Then get clubbed with some dirty south thugs Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs Talk shit, put blood
Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit doe (Yeah, yeah) Motherfuckers wanna act loco Hit 'em wit, numerous shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots wanna talk
's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to
everytime you see Yuk, peep us, only bad bitches beep us, turn yo main squeaze into a cheata, smokin reefa, took off my DK's, an she fucked us up
, type retaliation, under styles I lace, MOBBulation, lets begin breakin down the situation, when, the end of our frustration, so while we racin down
mentality with a jaws bite all night Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight [Joe Budden] Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers You step to us
[Talking - Joe Grind] Yo, Hollowman... These brehs are talking like... this album here is a myth or something. {Laughs} They heard Hollow Meets Blade...
A cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic Fuck what you heard, I brought down the Titanic So can
locs Oh my God it can save us all Yeah we back motherfucker W.C. niia, niia, baam baam Nigga keep the lights on I gotta put it down Keep it crackin
is a body part Hit him with just enough **** to make his body hard Now I feel like we even see Creek is here To shine a light on you **** diseasin' Soon
can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' And can I hit it in the
the sun will shine Just make sure when it do, you bask in it You embrace it, you let it hit you in the face Huh, you know what I'm talking bout Yo, yo
to do what they don't Housing! Ready to hit the year 2010 [Humpty-Hump] I work that brown nose Hoes usually laugh We cruise all through shows With us
war and I got a battle plan that can work With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light I'm
representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South
all [Trae] You still running up, better peep my attitude Cause I don't give a fuck about, you or the next dude Hitting the block top down,
and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking