[Intro: 8Ball]
He he he, yeeah
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it trill" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
Euphoric images without no coke and X pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles with secret features
Game preachers mucho pimpin' for you mamacitas
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers
[Chorus x2: 8Ball]
You talkin' down behind my back, you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun, when the drama come, you run
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga
[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off
Just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks off
Who holds the key? No fucking body, I brokes the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You disrespect the pimpin', pimpin' go get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure
Stop all that cryin' and wipe some snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'll move yo' spot off
And out of reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fuckin yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sleep and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge with balance, I've never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid", bitch call the cops off
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you could either check yo' ego at the do'
Or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say
My favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
And by the end of the verse you'll say
"Once again, Ludacris SHIT it"
Then I wiped it wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Til you shot off motherfuckers, I'ma "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' lets me know
Some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back, and Yak
Is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pigs chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon
[Chorus x4]