girl Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up Cats is stickin, straight up Wit the shank, get more time in the tank Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a
crew Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try
a real nigga Ole school ran into me Told me even when ya bread low (bread low) Nigga never keep ya head low (head low) If that's ya girl, love ya girl
s wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
low [Mussilini:] This one for my gangstas, rolling on 4's and 3's Or anything that's chromey, stacking G's Bucking boys up like a rhino, this one for
drive a player nuts, man what's up Could I just talk to you for a second I don't want to take up all your time But see your 36, 24, 36, done blew my mind
's Circles around competition, not an Optimo To sit low, in a six-oh, oh Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's Take a pho-to, last time you see a nigga so cold
some dice Hood up partner, you niggaz goin straight broke Tryna keep up with my whips, I don't pay a damn note No, no you fake hustlers are a joke Huffin
, mackin, stackin up these ends I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends I bust a trick Make her bounce like a low-low While I'm twisted off that
one time [ROUND 1: Everlast] Everlast is in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
to all the homeboys and girls Straight up baby, I'm blowin up in the world Blowin up, blowin up in the world Blowin up, blowin up in the world! I'm
Jack a fool a day then tomorrow sell him a mixtape Our paper's roll like bowl game, no love to mo pain Hustler's on a highway with a trunk load full
s love but come up missing, when it's time to show Grew up together, now you treating me like I'm the foe Know all your secrets all the dirt you did,
up on the real! [Bun B.] Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers - open up your mind A lot of niggaz hustlin backwards, need to press rewind There's
C] Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair It's a family affair, it's a family affair Candy
dippin' in my new girl low-low Homies in the back strapped, chillin' in the four door Crack her brown leg open, now I'm rollin' up the dodo [AMG] (I got a
flow then it come from the O's Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes Every hood every city all the gangstaz know Front on me and you be gettin