Well I'ma saucy ass super throwed Limp, cause her back broke up Your back in the track, that poke up Pay for the sack, the bag smoked up Now that's gangsta, live in effect Crystal clear, gots to keep your pistol here (Why?) Cause Texas don't play We stay for a lick, act frog and get croaked With a buck, blast, buck, blast your toothless And then they say, damn they ruthless Northside, Southside, we don't care Lift candy to schools, weddings, malls Million dollar concerts, and ho's in the walls All haters better peep like Tom Cause my clique, my city, shit even my baby momma
Everyday of the month, anything I swang Got to have bang in the trunk Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive Got to be sitting on chrome Like a underground king, drop screens Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans
Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? wha? Might as well, shut it up Get outta line, slug it up Diamonds bling, priceless cuts They say the rap game changed No more rappin bout cars, and iced out chains Real hustlers go on and get it How the hell you gonna live it? Money shorter then a midget Better get some more digits No more cousin, R Kelly, see walking to this East coast to West, Mid-West to Tex Independent, Grammy-Nominated, Now what's next? Dirty south, give respect Screaming "Parkin-lot Niggas" Big flames, stained panes We ain't new to this game This for the thug in you man!
Everyday of the month, anythang I swang Got to have bang in the trunk Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive Got to be sitting on chrome Like a underground king, drop screens