[Verse 1: Bun B]
Now I can take the weight of the world off my back
I can take the weight of your girl on my lap
I'm addicted to [?], [?] stay on the grind
Bitches [?] your mind
Young prince of the city, you can see my reach
Old school [?]
Coming down [?] Texas [?] see my streets
But we ain't seeing no peace, but you can see my piece
If you catch me down in Florida, I'm fucking with [?]
Like my [?] said, that be stuck in the feds
Every dime from making bread, we get it on in the ghetto
[?] said, we was born in the ghetto
And for 10 years straight, I've been a don in the ghetto
Got them n***as [?] and [?]
Like [?] metto, [?] high school
I don't even know why these pussy n***as try, fool

[Chorus: Stat Quo]
I heard n***as talking shit 'bout me, n***a
Old up
I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, n***a
Hold up
Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, n***a
Hold up
[?] try to stop me from eating, n***a
Hold up
I heard n***as talking shit 'bout me, dawg
Hold up
You a bitch [?] get your head blown off
Hold up
You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft
Hold up
We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost
Old up
[Verse 2: Stat Quo]
I'm a A-Town boss [?] this bitch
Everytime I spit, it be on some classic shit
Lotta n***as be acting hard, but they on some plastic shit
Ain't no talking 'bout it, we [?]
[?] getting way out the water
[?] dimes and quarters
Get some dirt off my shoulder, get my skrilla in order
I'm a big bang [?], who keep his eyes on [?]
Fuck what you saying, [?]
[?] stretcher
Not knowing if you gon' live or die, the reper'll catch ya
When it's your time to go, ain't nobody protect ya
It's that good old hustler [?] wood grain
Stat Quo [?] everything to get change
The rap game like the crack game, the block is [?]
Re-up with my [?] big chain

[Chorus: Stat Quo]
I heard n***as talking shit 'bout me, n***a
Old up
I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, n***a
Hold up
Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, n***a
Hold up
[?] try to stop me from eating, n***a
Hold up
I heard n***as talking shit 'bout me, dawg
Hold up
You a bitch [?] get your head blown off
Hold up
You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft
Hold up
We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost
Old up
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
[?] keep your hand on the grill
Don't threaten me with your tool, like you a macanic with [?]
Hop out the [?] waving your hand like you rich
The 40 karot on your wrist, like [?]
They [?] it, telling me it's not 'bout no percentage
What you get is [?], don't insult my intelagents
Get on the phone call your [?] up, and ask who your dentist is
After I knock your platnom grill out, I'll be sure to send him it
Don't believe in it anyway, no, you ain't getting any pay
No, you ain't toating any K's
So we won't see no cemmis spray
Ain't gon' lie, I don't know no Eminem, 50 or any Dre
But I'm [?] indipendent, [?] any day
N***as hate, so I [?] straight
Gotta see if a n***a in your clique is fake
If he can't look you in your face
He gotta go, gotta give him [?]
Can't trust every pretty smile
Be the type that'll kiss your face
Best [?] up in your place
Think it's safe, until they hit your safe
Tell a n***a who calling the shots
[?] get the [?]
Tired of indostry pussy n***as, rap my hand around a n***a throat
This ain't about no major label, no Soney Records or no Interscope
It's all about if you know your [?] watch yourself [?]
[Chorus: Stat Quo]
I heard n***as talking shit 'bout me, n***a
Old up
I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, n***a
Hold up
Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, n***a
Hold up
[?] try to stop me from eating, n***a
Hold up
I heard n***as talking shit 'bout me, dawg
Hold up
You a bitch [?] get your head blown off
Hold up
You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft
Hold up
We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost
Old up