fool if it's going down And make em bring it back from my hood to your town And it's all good, nigga it's like wax And we can slang these records like
, Russell Lee, Mr. Kee) [Mr. Kee:] Yeah Hustler's theme Worldwide Come on [Hook: Mr. Kee] All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like
torn and stop, super felon Sadaam's greatest song, with money longer than LeBron James's blazes them gauges, I ranges And techs it's a white pack of racists
is swinging on a vine We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line Houston Texas the origin, of a baller's paradise It's going down, I can smell it in
stay strapped muthafuckas better get your gat It ain't easy bein me I can't take it life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it and ever since the movies ho's
, Put 'em on the ground, lay down, Nigga check my thang the way that we swang When I'm coming to serve ya, Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop Lettin
the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine doing my crime, Wid two in here, Steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on the Claire
to give me a quick full it's cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain't wit it that's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit serve
than litter, on the New York peeve It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny
[feat. 8Ball, Waka Flocka Flame] [Intro:] Yahhhhhhh, it's Gucci! Birds, go! Birds, it's Dirty, Birds It's Gucci [Gucci Mane:] I'm an East Atlanta rider
or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up; [Verse 1: Yatta Mann] Boys what it do? Nigga getcha g's up Dope man bitch
address it, huh? My swagga is mick jagger Every time I breathe on the track I asthma attack it Why he's so mad for, why he gotta have it? Cause I slaved
it for Dixie to suit your fancy Rock your pants off and party my dick off People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off I'm no rip-off , it's all
nigga stands on the plant While it grows on a branch, holding a gun in yo' hand? Cause more people on the earth, but illegal it's absurd What's more
uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you
this here to the top Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch To all my real niggaz,
I Smoke, I Drink [Magic Intro] B-Doctor! Let's welcome em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga
