Now you gotta be careful in my town (yeah)
You know I'm the man with my crown up (yeah)
My goons pull your skirt and fuck a clown up (yeah)
We build this empire from the ground up (yeah)
Ground up (ground up), ground up (ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up (ground up)
Ground up (ground up), ground up (ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up

Uh, now what?
I got the regulators to mound up
Go ahead and thank us for elevating the town up
That boy 'Kiss is a bastard, you gotta see him
He giving out free caskets and mausoleums
My first tour, I copped work off my per diem
Emotional motherfuckers hurt, that a EM
At least a quarter mill for the V, the far end
So niggas that'll kill you for free just off a DM
Damn shame what they did to his body
You know me, I keep a alibi, it's late to the party
Mingle with a couple skeezers, dark Caesar, ducardi
To top it off, all white so they can see that I'm godly
Yeah, crooked niggas get set straight
When you increase the death rate, it's less hate
Umm, real niggas can relate tho
True master of ceremonies, what's the ratio?
Impossible for me to get full off your plate, bro
I ain't tryna make new friends, I'm tryna make dough
And they gon' do what I say so
Kill kill kill
That's the camp Crystal Lake flow

Now you gotta be careful in my town
You know I'm the man with my crown up
My goons pull your skirt and fuck a clown up (I only fuck with ground up niggas)
We build this empire from the ground up (word)
Ground up (ground up), ground up (ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up (you gotta be from the mud with this shit)
Ground up (ground up), ground up (ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up

Ayo, I built this from the ground up, that's how I found patience
Came up from the mud and that's how you foundation
Don't stop, pop that, that's if you found hatin'
Face down, ass up, that's how you found facin'
No witnesses, that's all that they found, casings
I dipped in Crystal Lake and that's how I found Jason (Kill kill kill)
That Bentley Bentayga , straight violation
The truck so fire, it came with a dalmatian
Hit the lights, cock the ladder, then slide down slow
Them niggas don't want now smoke, they better lie down low
These bars are still flaming, never died down flows
And I know some fire hoes that slide down poles, wow

I'm used to the sirens
I don't jump when I hear shots, I'm used to the firin'
I come from the COD but god, used to the wirin'
I could talk it 'cause I live it, I just use my environments
See these old niggas washed, and I used to admire them
Now they begging for a job but they used to be hiring
Ain't no use of retirin' if you still inspirin'
She ain't ground up like Cookie, she can't share my empire then, nigga

Now you gotta be careful in my town
You know I'm the man with my crown up
My goons pull your skirt and fuck a clown up
We build this empire from the ground up
Ground up (ground up), ground up (ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up
Ground up (ground up), ground up (ground up)
Chopper leave a body looking ground up

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): Isaac Hayes, Jason Phillips, John David Jackson, Luis Santiago