LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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If ya'll niggas don't get ya money right

This time you know what sayin

I'm giving niggas til the end of 07 bout 08

(Where we going)

My bank account gon have 8 digits that is

Let's go (Let's go)

Nobody gave me nothing

I made 50 of a pack

When I made 100

I ran straight to the block

Bounced back with the work like

(Take it all you need me)

Yes sir

Niggas better get with the program

I'm fast on a track

But I kill a slow jam

Oh man, god damn

(Take it all you need me)

YB gang that's the new thang

Brand new chain is straight from hussein

Mo shoes mo cars

Mo clothes mo brain

Oh yeah

You done seen a few niggas

With a yang like me

Never really had doh

And shorty like my

Never roled around in a drop top V

Like me, like we, YB, that's us

Too fast, too hard

Young buck, catch up

I'm a prime time player

Shorty don't smoke weed

She a high time hater and

Why date her hand

My paper is,

Few taller than, a skyscraper

Niggas better know how to ride the 101

Big shotgun and I buy another one

And another (and another)

And another (and another)

Keep going, is you with it

You ain't got shit to say less you did it

You ain't never came from nothin and blew with it

(But) who did it

(Yep) I did it

YB, that's the new thang yea

Where we going from here niggas

I know where we going

But where you going

Don't miss the train nigga

Headed straight to the yung boss mansion

Southside stand up

Location top of the world

Westside get up K-Town

Twista get em

Now now

I'm a old g in the city and ya knew one day

A nigga was gon come along and spit that real shit

Wanna bet, what

That he too much of a thug for you

Wanna be ballers out here to deal with

Make it competition go sit on the couch for him

If he need work I'm a hand it out for him

If he need a pistol I'm a hand it out for him

Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him

That's me

And the T and I admit it cause no one out here

Could spit it just so I could spit it

Flow a just so could flow a

Fuck her like I could fuck her

Do her like I could do her

Get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy came up on tha block

Hustling by the bulding

Just stacking the money up to the ceilin

Ain't no penicillin finna hit em

When I'm dealing with em ask Yung Berg

Where we go after we kill em

Cause we gettin money and the rhythm be so wicked

It's the reason we can kick it how we kick and

It's the reason why we pull up on the 30's

And the hummers and

We don't give a fuck if we get a ticket and

Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch

Five Fifty for a ounce a Kush

Three Fifty for a pair of jeans

And thirty thousand for a charger

Two Hundred for all cops on the first look

Got money on the books

And we got the dollars for impalers

And the thumpers and the hummers

And I'm throwing out the other figgas

Yung B E R to the G with the TB some killas

And we never taking shit from off another nigga

Everytime I had mo of to dank

Niggas think I be finish

But I got mo in the tank

I'm a score about 80 on em

And go in the paint

I'm a take a chunk of ya chip

And then go to the bank so uh

Yes sir

Niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing

3 years later Dr Wine got a budget

4 years later now everybody love it

GGGOOOOODDDDD FUCKING DAMN

Niggas said June wasn't that hot

JB sitting back and I was gon flop

Now we on top like dog I told ya

M holla what's good miss ride out

Let these motherfuckers

Know what we talk about

Left lane, yung boss

Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out

We about to take it straight to the white house

Cook crack clean it up then I write down

Everything that I see we I come around

Every state every hood that I've been around

84th just seen to the buggie down

Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down

Niggas know I got love niggas know I been plugged

That's right I'm a a prince of the shy town

So where my southside niggas at right now

We gon all line up in a single file

And give the whole world something they can sing about

Rule 1 better live what you speak bout

Rule 2 don't slip when you creep out

Rule 3 grab heat when you leave out

Rule 4 don't rush nigga ease out

And Rule 5 fall or die

Cop that shit that the ballers buy

Ride that wip that the ballers drive

Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin high

Swang on em when you ridin by and I'm gone

Yea

It's the boss baby

Look what you made me

Where we going from here

So you ridin with us so good luck

You could be with this or that

Yea