[Intro]
Aw shit
Let that pussy n***a write whats out
Ah, that n***a dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers
What, what

[Chorus]
Test that n***a, rush that n***a
Get that n***a, man bust that n***a
Test that n***a, rush that n***a
Get that n***a, man bust that n***a
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
N***a, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a n***a out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
N***a, brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 1]
The same n***a with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch
Then I'm the same pimp, you n***as make me so sick
She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters
See if we modivators, ain't got no love, fuck scrub
She come to move the crew
I'll take n***as oldschool back like some gucci suits
I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine
It ain't no fear in my eyes, this ain't no fall ??
Them n***as holdin my back, see we got hella shit
Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette
I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
Can't even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These n***as thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em
I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper
They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator
I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator
BITCH, I'll see ya later
[Verse 2]
I remember when a n***a didn't have these clothes
Remember when a n***a didn't have these golds
Remember when a n***a didn't have no ends
But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check
It take long time, but now a n***a livin good
Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods
If you didn't know TD drop thangs
Put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains
CAN YOU HANG?

[Chorus]
You get mad 'cause a n***a jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz
N***a, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz
Brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 3]
Mayhem, double hands on the above
To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em
Murderers, killas, thug n***as
Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers
East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers
Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug
Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out
They will be my drug out, young n***as grilled out
Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean
Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)
You talkin shit, that same n***a got his cap pilled (cap pilled)
Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya
Ain't gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day
Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville
I dont give a fuck, n***a what if you book
I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be
'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet
[Verse 4]
Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it
Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man
Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers
Comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water
My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today
Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me
And scream "free me"
Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots
And altitudes, my n***as she botilary
For bustas who be talkin shit

[Chorus]
You wanna rat a n***a out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
N***a, brang yo azz out doz
You get mad cause a n***a jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
N***a brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 5]
It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you ran into this n***a, named suga bow
Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair
Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda
She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles
Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans
Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you n***as gone
[Verse 6]
The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes
It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off
Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin
Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer
Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up
'fore you get slapped up like biscuits
Sucked on like incense

[Chorus]
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
N***a, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a n***a out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
N***a, brang yo azz out doz

[Outro]
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You ain't got no gat, you better use yo fist
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You ain't got no gat, you better use yo fist
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You ain't got no gat, you better use yo fist
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You ain't got no gat, you better use yo fist
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You ain't got no gat, you better use yo fist
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You ain't got no gat, you better use yo fist
Test that n***a, rush that n***a
Get that n***a, man bust that n***a
Test that n***a, rush that n***a
Get that n***a, man bust that n***a
I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire n***a ya gon' get burned
I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire n***a ya gon' get burned
I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire n***a ya gon' get burned
I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire n***a ya gon' get burned