[Intro: Juicy J]
Ah, yeah, don't buy no tapes from TNT Pro Audio
That shit counterfeit, mane, that shit fake
Y'all owe me some motherfuckin' money
Y'all better give me what y'all owe me, biatch

[Chorus: Playa Fly & Lil Noid]
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
So I set my father for a robbery to take his loot
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
So I set my father for a robbery to take his loot
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
So I set my father for a robbery to take his loot

[Verse 1: 211]
Go get yo' Glock, motherfucker, I don't barr you suckers
Gimisum, one bomb, two bomb, three bombs drop
Got a trunk full of head cutters, pistol me grippin', won't be trippin'
A pimpin' ass n***a, it's the 2-1-1, just waitin' to catch yo' punk ass slippin'
Back on the bricks, lookin' for a reason just to bust shells
Smells of burnin' flesh, slam him to the curb and watch his blood rush
A lunatic, on steroids droppin' that fat bitch on her neck
I thought you knew game fuckin' cock ho, give me that check
Come on down, you're the next contestant on my shit list
Duck and dodge and move away, motherfucker, because I don't miss
Uh, you see that fire? Drive up, what up, trick, what it be?
Spray and spray and spray and spray, is what you see
Is what you get, is a wet shirt from yo' motherfuckin' blood
Put a loose around yo' neck, tie him to the 5.0, drag his bitch ass through the mud
All you punk ass hoes, bow down, I need a blunt to keep me calm
Skinny P-I-M-P, the n***a, tell them bitches: "Gimisum"
[Chorus: Playa Fly & Lil Noid]
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
So I set my father for a robbery to take his loot
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
Gimme some, gimme some, hand it here you selfish pig
So I set my father for a robbery to take his loot

[Verse 2: Carmike]
Creepin' up out my pyramid with [?] on my back
Me and my mommy didn't planned for [?]
My tombstone infilled crack
Now I'm thinkin' of a smooth getaway plans to make a motherfuckin' check
I grab my gat, my gloves, my mask and my black trench
Grab the keys to the 4-50 big block with the darkest tint
Damn, I'm back out again, fuckin' gettin' my props in
Anyway that I can, take out the biggest man
I then down ten [?] then trow 'em in the gar'
Don't need no charge card, time to go rob
I gotta scoop up on this bailed up n***a, my bitch set him up
Put him in the front seat with me, I'll drive, fuck lockin' him in the trunk
Gimme somethin' big, damn, yo' ass so cheap-ah
If you would've gave me somethin' from the begginin'
You never would've met the Grim Reaper
Now I'm outty fast, thus, kill a motherfucker, droppin' you in a ditch
'Cause a selfish motherfucker like you didn't make the C-A-R, my n***a rich
[Outro: Carmike & 211]
You motherfuckers down here in TNT, y'all n***as better drop off my n***a money, before we kill y'all ass
First of all, I wanna say what's up, to my n***a Skinny
All y'all broke ass hoes stop [?] and get [?]
All y'all judge-ass n***as talkin' 'bout what you ain't get, y'all sit back and watch it come up like a hard dick
What's up to Drive-By, my alcoholic ass cuz, but don't take it for granted, dude, 'cause he a real killer
What's up to Triple Six, loced out, smoked out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Paul, Koopsta, Lord Infamous peace out to the graveyard, y'all better not fuck with 'em
Juicy J, he'll drop a [?] here it come, believe that n***a got [?], my n***a Juicy ain't no joke
And this shit 2Thick, Marble Street n***a, y'all down
Lil' Clear, Amos, Lil' Tony, [?], and the rest of y'all n***as over there on Marble Street
Aight, bitch, all you hoes get on the motherfuckin' floor
All them don't wanna participate in this motherfuckin' stick up, hittin' the motherfuckin' door
You know what I'm sayin', yeah, bitch behind the counter, free your motherfuckin' ass out from round that counter, bitch
A [?] motherfuckin' 2-1-1 don't never stop, bitch, uh
Back on the bricks, robbin' you hoes, you better lock these bitches down, 'cause I'm robbin' 'em too
Bitch, give me that purse, what you got in this purse, lil funky ass bitcheah, don't buy no tapes from TNT Pro Audio
That shit counterfeit, mane, that shit fake
Y'all own me some motherfuckin' money
Y'all better give me what y'all owe me, biatch