Yeah (uh-huh)
What they want god?
Niggas know the deal here
It's real here (it's real here)

I was told get money, stack what I can
Born in The Ville, a nigga never ran
Seen niggas get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped
Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one's
Now I live life, do or die
Marcy, son, everybody trying to survive
Maintain yo' strip, cocaine this shit
We ain't leavin' 'til we drain this shit
Playin this shit, street life
But most of y'all hate Bleek right?
I'm supposed to keep heat right?
So you can haul the heat right
Who really give a fuck though
I grew up amongst cut-throats
Nigga, we all want dough
It's a all out thing, drugs produce cream
Guns produce human beings
Nigga what you think?
I got one, stop one (naw)
Drop one, can't stop one
I'm here till the cops come motherfucka

Yo, if you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo' drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo' drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

Yo, yo
By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we locked and low
Dodge y'all, my hungry niggas spot y'all
Ready to bury niggas and fifty shot y'all (you hot god)
Stop y'all, from poppin' y'all lil' nickels
If a rock get soda, I'm makin' somebody cripple
The strip's the issue and my dogs'll sick you
Where yo' body bag dope? The body cat's flow
I twist Cali' herb in Backwoods
Ready to push the Caddy on the curb and smack dudes
I whip OG cars, flip O-Z's, pa
Don't sleep, pa, I'm tryi' to eat, pa
Real to the heart, you real?
We can start a lil' somethin' together
Start frontin' together
Get this money right, mothafuck, hater niggas
Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggas, motherfucka

Yo, if you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo' drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo' drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

Yo, dead or alive
I'm forced to put the metal to guys
Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin' no lies
I'm wanted alive, last niggas tryna survive
Blast niggas, you can ask niggas how to get by
Stay rollin' a lot, brand chocolate tie
Guns so big, by time you see the spark, you die
Niggas fall in the 'Stuy
Won't stop 'til we all in the 'Stuy
Or get caught bustin' down the pie
Crack a bottle for niggas who ain't here or doin' time
In the box, gettin' stops, burnt blocks for dimes
All my niggas sittin' tinted wit' .9s
Been through it or still in it wit' crimes, fuck the innocent kind
I ain't repentin' 'til I die, gettin' head is my alibi
I wasn't there when niggas blazed and that coward died
I'll make a stiff make you niggas raise up, blaze up
Yo' last days is up, motherfucka

Yo, if you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo' drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo' drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo' drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
Motherfucka

Faggot ass niggas
Always want some when a nigga get some
Get yo' own you bastard
My clique gon' forever shine for Nine-Nine
Pack three like the year, you want it?
Feel it, nigga

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Writer(s): Malik Cox, Sidney Brown