cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us catchin pistol case, after pistol case, ridin dirty Mr. Officer I'm not a killer just wanna see thirty cause boys
that P.U.D All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G I sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love I'm your partna, why I come second
about time I broke the ice Nobody want to box me why everybody want to pull a trigger to take a life I'm down with crews cause everybody else is fake
mind, I can't lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at Just on another level than boys, around
And a whole of cops, and a whole lot of blood stained Sheets, drunk a lot of beers, shed a bunch of tears When I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys
G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin
[Intro] Its your boy chingy Representin the king G.I.B. git it boys Stop hatin' derrty And maybe you can get some in your life playa [chorus] Niggaz
tribe static when we arrive. You in the missesipy flow with your brains on the side. [Chorus:] Bad chicks, hot cars, bank rose, fuck the laws Get it boys
[Chingy] Yeah, G.I.B. Get it boys [Chorus] I don?t know what y?all about to do But I?m about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin? Quit
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots Bow down
boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never) Hahaha Yeah Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might
true thugs, I'll see you there And I'm sorry for not bein there Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world Bless the boys, and all my little
ain't easy Chorus 2.75 Verse Three: 2Pac Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys
the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for
chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife We bust on Bad Boys brothers
need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold The shit I kick fuck with niggas
and on Life goes on and on and on Life goes on and on and on Life goes on and on and on [Slim Thug] Thugga Slim Thugga Yeah I done seen it all Some boys