Yeah I seen `em come through here a couple times
I didn`t think nuttin` of `em, you know what I`m sayin`
But that s**t you don`t talk that huh?
That s**t shocked everybody

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor ni**a think a motherf**ka playin` with y`all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain`t got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab
When I was apache rappin` in the penetentury yard
Eatin` wieners outa chanteens
Smokin` on roll-ups, strokin` on my love meat

Waitin` for the day cut in the term and free
So I could get out here and make mama proud of me
And do the right thing run up on the right man
That can pull the right string get to where I`m posed to be

Had to get ejected cause the game a cold
Anywhere and when the motherf**ka slammed the door
Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog
F**ked around one night went out in New York

When I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money been a real long head
That bout says it all

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor ni**a think a motherf**ka playin` with y`all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain`t got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

Is just something that a carry with me all the time
Just in case one of these motherf**kers loose they mind
And run up on me like I ain`t gone hold it down for mine
I can show you better than tryin` to tell ya `bout it

See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county
Where these ni**as used to run around armed and robbin`
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin` me jewelry stolen

Till one day ni**a caught a hold to him
Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat
Oh naw , s**t yeah they did, what the f**k you think I did?
Told Grama, granny told Granpa

Granpa took his grandson in the backyard
Gave me somethin` supposed to take the pressure off
Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor ni**a think a motherf**ka playin` with y`all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain`t got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

They ain`t certified till a ni**a run in they house
Put the thang in they mouth and blow err thing they think out
Run around actin` like bitches, you gone make me loose it all
I wasn`t gone talk about it but, God damn it

This motherf**ker bout to piss me off
And this dick ridin radio station ass motherf**kin`
Ni**a down here in Raleigh
I don`t give a fat bitch big titty pair one of y`all motherf**kin play my s**t

And the couple of spins that y`all son-bitches
Did give me came from my man and them
Man f**k that church boy grab the looks
Come on the motherf**kin road with us
If I said anything I ain`t spossed to said
And hurt anyone of y`all them f**k it

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor ni**a think a motherf**ka playin` with y`all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain`t got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor