Roll up n***as
These n***as could never get rid of me
It’s buck, you know real n***as don’t die
Gangstas make the world go ‘round mother fucker

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Picked the Harley up on one wheel
Told menace I’m pulling up in Compton, it’s a done deal
Cookie jars keep my lungs filled
Bitch it’s buckshot, pray to god that no one’s killed
Bought the neighborhoods and ganstas out
A country n***a did it, that’s something to think about
Still scraping the ground in low lows on these broke hoes
I got rich off the shit that you put in your nose
Chopper on me while I’m sliding down Mel Rose
Watch for the hellos, everybody don’t say hello
Khaki shorts and some long socks
Strolled out, finger rolled getting a bank roll from a known thot
I don’t need yours, I brought my own Glock
These pussies play with my name like I’m gone stop
I only stayed in this game cause there’s no pop (west side)
And I’m not finished popping up a few ops

[Verse 2: Illiunaire]
Yellow tape, black barrel that’s a road block
I used to whip the (censored) scrape it from the stove top
Black and chrome 45, like I brought Mike back
Snatch his chain at the mall, he want his ice back
12 behind me, yeah I guess I’m the one
Diamonds hit in 3D, it’s a cold front
You don’t get nobody, like you don’t want none
Red or that blue pill, I’ll take both of ‘em
You can say what you want but I get that bag right
Better get your bag right
We be shinning like a lightning bug with a mag light
Put money in the ceiling and I act like it still act tight
100 round drum, let it blow like a bagpipe
I used to catch bodies, get a bag in my past life
Run up on a whip, I can load it like a pad lock
Blue cookie, while your hair is just like Matt Lock, fuck