s real niggaz with real guns That still run, caught a box and pump ox by the millions Before the children that's confusin' life The voodoo type that'
go Here?s the clutch If I paged you, would you like that? Had friends, would you like that? With a car, would you like that? Hell nah, you wouldn?t like that
All my real live niggas say: That's my shit All my thugs mothafuckers say: That's my shit And if you all about the ruckus say: That's my shit (Triple
your wallets, hatin' broads Clutch your purses tight If you ain't tryin' to live, you with the wrong crowd An' if you feelin' brave then better sport that
carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch
like E.T. with the blanket in a bycicle basket. Rapped so tight like a vice-grip Don't trip, feel the tension. ??? who drops like a ??? its beyond
They do anything and everything tryin' to come up It's kinda sicknin' how the cash is so fucking addicted And when I say some 'bout they say that that
hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em You ain't gotta like
but when they sleepin' I be concealed up in my room, knowin' that it could happen I'm just tryin' to maintain because the future is untold Till the static unfolds that
Step in the club like it ain't no thang Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game I just wanna freak that, ain
one hit when I serve these fiends Stuff mo' potent than Bolivian Welcome to the Aftermath Aiyo Crystal, what you got to say? It's like I'm glowing about the animal attraction That
it then baby let me hit it down south! Still I got too many bitches that I posed to me And the ladys really lookin like they hoes to me Like a lova I
Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin' thirty Minutes beef it gets muddy But I'ma swim through the murky water Hold it down like a carter, live long like
you don't comply I might explode like a meth lab, there is no rehab B****es need knee-pads, a pound of some Zig Zags That last like Etta James, Ia??m
dogs to tighten the lock Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go Feels like I do
of the club, spottin' hoes Yeah, we drunk, but that don't mean we can't fuck It's beats like this that keep me amped up Niggas on the block that need that
day Go on let the players play (The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers) (I know that you love us) Never put that hoe, in front of that dough