[Intro: 38 Spesh & DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Nah'm sayin'?
It's only right
We used to buy this shit by all means, my n***a
We speaking about the benefits of hard work
Nah mean? Deal, steal, kill
Mr. Thanksgiving
Let's go
I'm the definition of this
Uh, yo

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh, DJ Drama, & DJ Green Lantern]
Like when the drought came, these n***as had felt drought pain
TCF
That's when the "For Sale" sign on the house came
N***as goin' broke, ain't nobody got no coke
Fiends can't even smoke, real n***as [?]
38 Special
I try and bounce back but I ain't got no [?]
TCF
I deaded my last one, he ain't showing no love
Huh
I ain't holding no grudge, it's all in the game
Never thought I'd see the day [?] hard with the 'caine
Team Invasion
Get 'em
Now when I say it got hard, man, it really got hard
N***as that was ballin' last year, got jobs
'07? The year of the losses
Ended the career of these fake ass bosses
No more flossin', no more auctions
No more talkin', whole lot of coffins
Fuck that, n***as gettin' beat
So when I go the store now, I'm riding with the heat, motherfucka
[Chorus: 38 Spesh & DJ Green Lantern]
Now what the fuck these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought?
If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real
Only real n***as know what I'm about
I get the shit home then I get the shit gone, come on
Only real n***as know how I floss
If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real
Only real n***as get to be a boss
Ah man, Shay, let's go
I get the shit home then I get the shit gone, come on
Buff City Records, what's up?

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh & DJ Green Lantern]
I caught a jook for three bricks, but that ain't last long
Turnt that three into five, hit the ave, it was on
Stan Simon
N***as [?] my phone, I'm like, "That bitch gone"
They like, "Are you serious, n***a? You dead wrong"
What
Shit, since they couldn't get their hands on weight
I stretched my shit so hard it was damn near fake
Look, all the powder gone but you know the cook good
Well, I'm lying, but the shit look good
Spesh
Y'all had to [?] standing in line
Y'all ain't gone get [?] money for them faggot ass shines
You broke n***as ain't got half of my grind
I show you how to do this, a half at a time
Break that brick down, take half, leave half at home
Call a n***a in a half and half his dome
Go back, break that other half to stones
Or save half of that for the acetone
[Chorus: 38 Spesh]
Now what the fuck these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought?
If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real
Only real n***as know what I'm about
I get the shit home then I get the shit gone, come on
Only real n***as know how I floss
If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real
Only real n***as get to be a boss
I get the shit home then I get the shit gone, come on

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Dedicated to everybody sitting down
This is stand up music
We got you
585, I see you