nigga better know what to die for Living in the battlefield it's all about respect and honor Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor Ready for whatever
get they white from hustle till the night come crouch down low, with a pocket full of money shooting dice in my white 1's roll another seven of the night on my white
yow Like the starts up inna the sky, so me have dem inna me flock yow Every woman a mine a so me think from me a tot yow Wether them white or wether
speakers thats exactly how im stuntin ostrich on my seats and ferocious beat in the trunk knockin pictures off the wall and I got sixes on my duck i dont think these boys ready
artists rappers their suppa. Im eating all these rappers whoever claim they better. I tell them to get off my meat, my peckerwood and my decker. And get ready
a white girl that be boothin' Gotta watch her 'cause she use it but she fuck me like she stupid And she always ready to give me that becky Last time
's Too fly to mail me, C.O.D. Opened up my mind and let my ego free Now the world know my government and I'm lovin' it All levels from White House to
to full moons (Aoo) I, shoot up the place so y'all can see You stuck up like them white boys on Harley's be Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay
in your physical for injurin' The officer and gentleman who stack by the Benjamin Off a beat like this, I keep a night stick In case any stick up care, where heat might miss I chicken fry rice bitch in a white
Linkin Park The hood love a nigga cause I ain't above a nigga I eat the same shit in the hood as another nigga White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug
of your life on whatever's in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited] Will
I'm pimpin' hoe's on Sunday I'm the kind of nigga that you'll work all night fo' Won't discriminate, I'll pimp a Chinese White ho You never seen money
stabbers, playa, haters y'know what I'm sayin'? (Survivin' the game, survivin' the game) But I'm a bitch killa always was and always will be (Survivin
of your throat Fuckin' with a pimp named Sir Too $hort We coulda sampled the Luke but we didn't I'd rather treat you like a ho and start pimpin' When will
I was gonna change my style? So what are you saying Todd? To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit It goes
tender a star and Angel in white My wildest dream on a saturday night My freak of the week but girl of the day If I like it like that it will be that
me hear ya. Verse 3 *(Dru Down I'm steadily stackin up on the green ballas will use the triple beam shot calla use they words hustlas will use
see how your vest look, see if it fits ya Picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches