[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Big boss [?] independent be winning
[?] cause I got a problem spending
While you n***as pretending it
I'm living that life
I'm from the hood living good, and it's feeling real nice
I don't fight when I write, or speak when I beef
I just take it to the streets, and handle it with the heat
N***as weak
Talking llike they on the block getting cash
You're in your mama house, sleeping with your pen and pad
I wish CD's was DVD's
So you could see these pussy n***as who be claming they G's
Real n***as don't speak, dirty work on mics
Cause real n***as know the feds [?] n***as for life
Yеah I'm Slim Thugger, motherfucker, I ain't nеw to this
Ask them boys down south, they know I'm true to this
So make sure when there's drama [?]
Come see me in the streets, we ain't gotta see the drama king

[Chorus: Bun B]
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a
[Verse 2: Petey Pablo]
[?] dawg, I ain't just got on
I'm the motherfucking [?] on
Yeah even you homie
You ain't know Petey Pab was putting shit out this hard
Even though I get crunk, [?] up in New York
[?]
Get on some Slay shit with no prob
[?]
[?] 16 bars
I got someething going on
[?]
[?] on
Sounding like I'm going back dawg
Sound like I'm heading for self destruction
So far from it
Dawg [?] really got [?]
[?] n***as did it
That's why [?]
[?] song
[?] I was on it
[?] gone

[Chorus: Bun B]
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a
[Verse 3: Bun B]
As soon as I step off the plain, it's a problem n***a
Slay called me up, and we mobbin n***a
If I need heaters on my side, they got 'em n***a
And if I like a n***a chain, I can rob him n***a
Without a worry bout the repercussions
Throwing n***as and keep them them n***as bussin
You heard about the street sweeper's cousin
[?] click, roll hard, ride thick
Every n***a hold his own, obody ride [?]
Hardcore hood n***a, raised in the slums
[?] them guns and we [?]
If [?] we ain't it
If we aiming, we bussing
If we can buss it [?]
Tell me, must it be explained how these south n***as be?
Sick them wolves on you [?]
We do it big without the dream [?]
Fucking with that drama king, you gon get that red beam in your ear n***a


[Chorus: Bun B]
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a
[Verse 4: David Banner]
Lil radio fuck
I smoke ya and spit ya ass up like a dutch
[?] you stupid bastards, I tried to heal the hood
Through the beats and the verses
I'm bout to run my fingers through you bitch n***as [?]
Screaming god could you please save my soul from these curse?
The mind of a slave [?]
[?]
I'll put these pussy motherfuckers right in they grave
You don't know me, n***a
You don't know my kind
Yeah I speak [?], hit your ass with the 9
[?] street sweeper, out of the truck
You better [?] back [?] motherfucker or duck
I don't wanna be hard, my soul can't [?]
It ain't that I ain't kill, I just ain't got caught
And if I did tell the kids, that I love them so
Let them know that David Banner wasn't never no ho
N***a yeah

[Chorus: Bun B]
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a
Old n***a, new n***a, fake n***a, true n***a
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too n***a