Yeah, T-W-D-Y, the whole damn gang
At Banks, Max, Sean, Fody, show dog
Oh, boy
Every day, it's nothing new for you
So quick
Trying to do everything we do
It's nothing
Fight or play, burn or steal
Y'all know
Oh, boy
So quick
Hello, y'all know
What's up
That's you
So quick
It's not an easy thing to do
It's not an easy thing to do
You smell me
What's Bubba like
And you're trying to do the same
So quick
Paper go
I didn't break that, so hit my face
Now I see pimpin', I'm a gang spitter
You smell me
Let me pick your pride
I wanna breathe on y'all for better
Let me spit this guy
Some of y'all might get offended
But now we been poppin' our collar
We been screamin'
Oh, boy
We been howlin'
Now we be callin' each other
Play more
It's a checkmate, mate
We the truth, you square the fake
We from the gang
Y'all get y'all gang from our tapes
Please believe
Believe it, I please
I don't think these rappers really want their ***
Snackin' ass out
And Fody pop
Keep dumpin' with the gang
Dump, don't stop
See, they always spittin' my game
But never mention my name
Sick players, damn players
Don't fight that *
Stop being so quick
Look out, oh, boy
Imagine that
Y'all wanna run with it all
Every day, it's nothing new for you
It's nothing
Tryna do everything we do
They wanna run with it all
Fight on paper
It's still our style
Still our style
Cause it really is our style
You niggas are smart
Now you know better
Y'all niggas know better, you squabs
It's not an easy thing to do
It ain't easy, pepper, and I promise you
Take care of your paper
Kick it in the ass
Y'all not straight guys
And you're tryin' to get me out of here
Tryna do the side
Tryna do the side
What they tryin' to do
They tryin' to do the side
Bless with the gift of gab
To tie tennis shoes
We straight laced y'all fools
Then you built the rules
Tryna take on game
And get the litchi
I mean, you square dancers
Is knee-high to a fly's koochie
That's so down and dirty
Can dive and even
Break bread for them piffish-ass lines you thievin'
This gang-bore infestation
We brought to the nation
Ain't got no room for perpetration
They wanna try to hide us
With no shots
But some of the * I say
Don't even sound right comin' up out there now
New top place, I'm good for shade
Then I demonstrate it to no one else
No fingerprints, backwards handshakes
That I got from Max Dweeb
Have money, have heart
Whip with me
This plenty the way we talk
Pimp and slay
Now how that sound
I gave you squares to script
But you read it upside down
Every day, it's nothin' new for you
It's nothin'
Tryna do everything we do
Scream it like you mean it
Fight or play, burn or steal
No, no
Get down
Is it real to give you real
What's brother like?
What's brother like?
You smell me?
You know you know that I'm
Y'all square dancers know better you know
Get up, get up
It's hard
And easy things to do
And easy
You underdig, you underdig
But every day
Yeah, you play us, man
What?
Brody and them, show them
Yeah, shine, man
Yeah, you know
Yeah, ooh
Now, yo
We started poppin' our cops
We started makin' em die
We started blowin' their dicks
We started havin' big dicks
We started burnin' rubber
We started what supper?
We started the late night
Big area lights
Like D-Boy's P.I.
I.H.
Factors and rappers
Do some slick talkin'
Collar poppin' fast money
Countin'
We started to hustle
Gang slang and the grammar
West player slang came
Good green and the brown
I mean, what is it?
We been them niggas
But let y'all tell it
We the underdogs
That's why the game thieves
Stay creepin' through the smog
Turnin' to the bay for pointers
We ain't even a subject
When somebody speak
On California
Dollar wheel don't up
Hold this bass *
The game I spit
Is copywritten
Let a nigga try to take it
And get rushed to the dirt
Like Rugby
But a simple fact
The game God don't like
Ugly
Every day
It's nothin' new for you
Ya know
It's nothing
Tryna do
Everything we do
Please believe it
Hello
Hello
It's like
All day
Burnt steel
On the sky
Yeah
Is it really
Every day
What's going on
Ya smell me
Now you know
That I
Ya know
Yeah
It's not
An easy thing to do
What's crackin'
Like
Big area lights
Big area lights
Big area bosses
It's time to say
Uh yeah
Right now
Ya know we say
Spittin' these L.I.P.'s
Ya know
Long range pimpin'
On you square dancers
Man
Smokin' big broccoli
Off this cap this
Ya know that nigga
Filthy feel
From the rich
Come with that *
Play a hater
I * you
Not pimpin'
I promise you
We stay
Been doin' this *
For many moons
We stay





You know
And I ain't never had a job
Yeah I can confirm that
When my nigga die
That's right
Oh boy
Yeah all you niggas out there
Runnin' round hollin' bitch on the mic
Uh huh
You can send my motherfuckin' royalties
To where
To where
And all my publishin'
To Dope Beam Music
Dope Beam Music
Incorporated
Incorporated
Cause there's only one nigga out there
Who is that
That truly has the short dog authorization
To use the word
And that's my nigga East Feezy
Uh
So tell it to him Brody
Uh
Beep



Uh

Yeah that's what he said
Uh
And it don't stop
Don't quit
You can take mine
Cause we real players man
Old school
Uh
We the bass
Uh
Always back in 83
I had to grow out
Believe that
Believe
Uh
What did you say Banks
Good job











some * and * yeah i love that i love that i love that old money though
yeah you niggas getting that new money man i love that old money man it doesn't matter i
like to mix that * up * it nigga it really doesn't matter when you're pimping on the silver
platter