Any times we gotta hustle `cuz our pockets be hurt
Lil` ni**as wanna get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that? You wanna wash the bus
Let a ni**a know where they at so ain`t no stoppin` us
If you handle yo business right I`ma promote yo ass

You bitch out and try to kite I`ma come smoke yo ass
The s**t that I`m givin` you they tryin` blood ta get
The vicks be runnin` through because they love the s**t
So don`t come with that no one `bout it s**t was cool
Ni**as tried ta rob me nobody was comin` through

Snitches I can`t have that, bitches I can`t have that
Riches you can have that, just bring me my cash back
Look it`s all gravy with me, go head and shine
That`s how you play it with me ya big time
All I want is the G`s, with a trunk full of keys, a Benz on 20`s

You got something you can lend me
S**t ni**a I ain`t doing nothin` for me for free
Can`t put no trust in you ni**as `cuz y`all be tryin` ta run G
`Cuz I don`t like dreamin` `bout makin` no cheese
Wanna see my muthaf**kin` bank account oded

Up until then I`ma be thuggin` behind a project buildin`
Smokin` that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin` on a way that we can make a million million Lord Lord
Up until then I`ma be thuggin` behind a project buildin`
Smokin` that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin` on a way that we can make a million million Lord Lord

Now I`m on some s**t again
Leave a ni**a stranded like Gilligan, hundreds I`m considerin`
Lex it for a million, catch it ni**a I`m killin` `em
They spot but I ain`t feelin` `em, my jacket off appearin` them

Some a say it`s numerary, parntnas in for sipperin`
Juvenile is different, look at what I did to them
Ni**as wearin` Reeboks instead of Nikes and Timbalands
Bitch ni**as I be tippin` `em, my mac 9 it be flippin` `em

Some of these ni**as is tryin` ta run G
So I be gippin` `em, they would do the same to me
Ni**as ain`t no family, s**t is all a game to me
But nobody gone handle me, 400 degreez

Tottin` guns runnin` with me, no wonder we need
Mo money one could receive, ni**a wanna deal with this Christ
I`ma put it open in his life, never should I f**k with me right
Why you keep duckin` me shy? I`ma knock ya head off

Ni**a tryin` ta get to ya f**k tryin` ta play it off
You made the beef ni**a so why is you scared?
If you mind yo f**kin` business then yo life would be spared
I can`t see it, ni**a try ta make me out a bitch I can`t be it

I had a muthaf**kin` problem with ni**as like freed me
You probably can save y`all self but you can`t save y`all neighbors
And now I got cha spinnin` on round like a baseball playa
Put on this the table I`ma hit `em a nine

Foolish ni**as I had ta tame ta keep these ni**as in line
Look `cuz I don`t like dreamin` about makin` no cheese
Wanna see my muthaf**kin` bank account oded

Up until then I`ma be thuggin` behind a project buildin`
Smokin` that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin` on a way that we can make a million, million Lord
Up until then I`ma be thuggin` behind a project buildin`
Plottin` on a way that we can make a million
Smokin` that fire be with the ghetto children
Children, children, children, Lord

Ask them ni**as `bout me, bet them bitches know me
Magnolia head buster out that wild TC, I`ma young ni**a
Look at what ya done ni**a, you done made me mad
Now I`m goin` get my gun ni**a, betta watcha tongue ni**a
`Cuz I`m gettin` dumb ni**a, killed one ni**a

Represent where I`m from ni**a, see thangs don`tcha never do
F**k with a man his change or his Mamma
You do that you won`t drama, f**k with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
I`m outcha which one of you boys want me, I`ma keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, I know I`m the man and I`m ready ta deal withcha

I`m prepared for the toe taggin`
Keep my Reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin`
Now, I done rocked a couple of G`s and done flipped that two times
I know I`m in a problem and they gonna pursuit mine
I got bills ta pay I can`t be playin` with you jokers

These youngsters somethin` else now ya `bout ta get promoka
You can`t understand how a ni**a my age
Can hit the streets psyched up bustin` with the twelve gage
But I don`t like ta dream about makin` no cheese
In the future wanna see my f**kin` pockets oded

Up until then I`ma be thuggin` behind a project buildin`
Smokin` that fire be with the ghetto children, Lord