This dedicated to all the real DJ's
All 'em n***as in them Chevy's

Hey, what's up, playa hatin n***as need to shut the fuck up! (Shut up!)
Cut it out
Make my name taste like shit in ya mouth (Doodoo!)
Same n***as that be talking this shit
Be the first n***as speak when I walk in that bitch
Them lame n***as that be hatin' on Trick
Jump right in they whip and go to funkin my shit!
You know how n***as be (yes)
They ya dawgs while ya there but they talk 'bout you when you leave
I'm like fuck n***a, please
You couldn't get a blessing from me if you fuck n***as sneezed
Up fire, like fuck n***a freeze
Don't move don't mothafuckin' breathe!
See I was raised to be fuckn***a-free
If You don't like what I'm sayin', then fuck n***a leave!
I, stay far away from sucka n***as
Get money, live life, like fuck a n***a
You, you and your crew and some other shit
Fake thugs who indulge in that sucka shit!

I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS
See, I'm a n***a that's straight out the hood
My momma, grand momma they straight out the woods
So if I'm GA, Alabama, or South Carolina just know that I'm good
I, represent for the thug n***as
Start snappin' go to slappin' all the fuck n***as
Back hand any n***a wearin' tight pants
Fuck n***a might as well wear lace wigs
Bitch ass n***a you
You try too hard, and I ain't feeling you
So here's what I'm finna do
I'mma ask you to leave, and that's what you better do!
Right now, get ya puss ass out
Or later on they will tote ya ass out
Keep smokin, drinkin, thinkin' this a mothauckin' game
Get hit up wit dem thangs!

I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS
To the n***a wit the old school tape deck
Say playa, can a n***a get a bass check
Now that's too much qual for your new car
And this bass too hard for ya iPod
My God, I hope you got a good heart
Cause ol' lord these speakers on steroids
Can't nan n***a rap like I rap
Fuck n***as slick rap but they won't step
It's the n***as like me who ya can't scare
Coming through with the middle finger in the air!
Fuck you, you and your whole crew
Yo mammy, yo pappy, and ya hoe too
I, gives a fuck what a n***a think
Off rip be the first n***a in the paint
You, you the n***a that will try to run
Dial 911, say I got a gun!

I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS