see us with no paper ha (that ain't right) Don't wanna see us niggas make it ha (that ain't right) I ain't gon call you a hater dog (cuz that ain't nice
I'm still on the block Just cause you see me on the T.V., don't mean I stopped punching the clock That's fa sho money, I ain't seen a royalty yet but
it I ain't friendly It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me Unless you wanna be next, but I don't think that's what you want
I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies Everything else, is expendable Find out that fake niggaz, ain't dependable I don't
Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja [Hook - 2x] [Cl'Che] Right now I got the shit, that
service That's the only place where 5-0, won't burst us bust us Nigga they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the Penn We wanna do right, but all
with me? (*Talks*)Feel me (*Sings*)S.U.C. (*Talks*)That's my clique (*Sings*)S.U.C.. (*Talks*)That's my fam. (*Sings*)And it can't stop... (*Talks*)Till
laughs] That's right, king of the ghetto (HAY) The Mo city don, Z-RO the crooked (That's Right) That's my mothafuckin name nigga (that's right, that's right
or rap I write to the song Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down Real niggas move around cause it ain't nothing to see (Chorus - 2x
of your business nigga but don't rush it move slowly Undercover with a birds eyes view, behind glass that's tinted No licensee plates and expired ain't
And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me They said it was gonna get greater later But now I can't help to think that it ain't But
listening to your album and I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that
since my adolecsent years steady climbin [E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin [Tupac] That's right, that's right boy start that
that ain't down with me That's on, feel me? Hahaha Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop Motherfuckers
em hot, Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got, And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did, And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout
with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I'm that nigga that call the shots, with