Ha ha, ha, man
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Hit us, 992G, till I die
Uh, I got love for all my niggas
Yeah, hit us, nigga, till I die
Uh, yeah, what, what, what
I got love for the dope, I'd do anything for the dope
Kickin' your dope, wavin' the folk, kidnappin' your hoe
I got love for my niggas that's protectin' they loot
That'll aim and shoot and knock a cat straight out his boots
I know niggas that too, but still gettin' money on the block
Ain't lookin' but me on the block and gettin' money from cops
Couple of shots from a Glock, I'll leave you leakin' and not breathin'
And don't ask question, cause thug niggas know the reason
Yeah, I see he keepin', cause I'm on the corner gettin' luchi
And all up on the C80P, they wanna screw me cause I'm draped in Gucci
Ay, I see all you motherfuckers wanna do me
Listen, only if you knew me, homie
I got love for real niggas, not the phonies
That type of nigga, you would say, I got love for real
I see in the club, with two caronis gettin' money
Ay, buddy, * is kinda hacked out
Cause I tore the fist out, goin' off in me
* Cristal, and I can get rail
Project style, check the fails
You niggas don't want me to move the crowd
Who I got love for, them hitters I die for
Young Shooter, Polo Flex, and Cursonado
Cause I know them niggas, they a ride for me
Top back the strap, and do a homicide for me
So all my niggas on the block, stay gettin' your cheddar
And keep it crackin', we gon' get it together, yeah, yeah
You got love for real niggas on the block
With dope, niggas on the block, with dope
My niggas on the corner for show
My niggas in the hood with cream
My niggas livin' real life dreams
My niggas on the block with dope
My niggas on the corner for show
My niggas in the hood with cream
My niggas livin' real life dreams
Stubs from the streets, they got no love for you
Cash back, car on wall, hesitate to dump on you
Love for who? You sittin' fat, they comin' for you
When it's all said and done, it's only gon' be a few
Ready to ride with you, double hoop
Niggas that shed blood with you, shoot big guns with you
Take trips with you, cut freaks with you
Sippin' on 100 proof liquor, man, I got love for my niggas
When it's time to go to war, always down to pull the trigger
They say the one's close to you are the ones to hit you
I smoke weed, so it ain't no thing to smoke, you niggas
I got love and feelings, got my hands on a couple of G's
Now it's time to touch some millions
I bet the buildings get turned into drug spots
So-called thugs on the streets, they got no love for the cops
Dead piggy on the freeway
Payroll, payroll, payroll
Payroll, payroll, payroll
My niggas on the block with dough
My niggas on the corner for show
My niggas in the hood with cream
My niggas livin' real-life dreams
My niggas on the block with dough
My niggas on the corner for show
My niggas in the hood with cream
My niggas livin' real-life dreams
They tell me I'm like, * it
Bitch-ass niggas, hoe-ass niggas
Crabs in the bucket, niggas try to pull me down
But they don't wanna * around
With a hitter from the town
I slap you in my face
I strap and then I fire off a ram
Be like, nigga, now
It's Apollo and his bitch
Throw up and hit us with a frown
Eddie P gon' clown, so I don't even have to rap
I'ma just sip yak and roll me up a sack
Be like, where my niggas at?
Holla, holla, if you makin' dollars
That's who I got love for
My killers and my thug folks, niggas talk bad
I * bitches with my niggas
Get bitches with my niggas
I got love for my niggas
We all some money, get us
But don't give a * about it
We been broke and broke
And even then we did without it
From the start, when this first track beat like a heart
Peek, my nigga, cheek
We'll never be apart
Who you got love for?
My niggas on the block with Dome
Who you got love for?
My niggas on the corner for show
Who you got love for?
My niggas in the hood with Cream
Who you got love for?
My niggas livin' real life dreams
Who you got love for?
My niggas on the block with Dome
Who you got love for?
My niggas on the corner for show
Who you got love for?
My niggas in the hood with Cream
Who you got love for?
My niggas livin' real life dreams
Your life involve higher code
Handheld scales, measure correct before your post
Then I suppose if the act's forgetting
And somehow you be saved
But if you live relentless
That's how you get paid
Now you got money to make
Bills to pay
Bitches to break
Meals like steak and shrimp
Make you walk with a limp
And fools be false appetizers
Don't get it wrong
Cause you rarely sip on Perrion
But more wet and bond
And Sony never claimed to be bought
Never have but you will
When your past need a mention
To your family and your will
You don't know another page
Cause slick talking niggas
Deceive and mislead ya
Till believing that they cool
That's when they creature
With the schemas
Where the G stack
The question of action
Do you acknowledge they for real
Cause in your back you feel magnums
Thinking we'll only do it
Homie only God knows
It depend on who came to get you
And how much they got you for
And took off a Saatchi coat
Rodex Skrilla
And mini zips
From your mother's jewelry
Them Motorola's with chips
Here come the men in black
But not Will Smith
With real clips
Sacrifice you
A hungry nigga
Turned savage
That's the issue
You don't really want to see the hitters
You don't really want to * with us
You don't really want to see the hitters
You don't really want to * with us
Niggas better yield for this payroll *
Niggas all in your face nigga
When I'm grabbing my
I'm unloading my whole clip nigga
Realize it nigga
It's in your face right now
Recognize me nigga
It's all these niggas
We need homie
* y'all
What nigga
It's our turn
Is you ready for this
Niggas ain't ready for this
Niggas ain't really ready
They ain't ready
We hit
They ain't ready
There ain't no stopping us