[Intro]
Junkie's can't get none, junkie's can't get none
Here come that junkie-ass shawty n***a now
What's up, buggin', mane?
What y'all up to, mane?
You know whats up, n***a
N***a, what you mean what's up, n***a?
Bitch-boy, you know
What? I know what?
Where my money? That's what
Mane, I don't owe y'all n***as shit
We finna run your ass 'cross Hollywood now, boy (Mane, my pistol will be checkin' your motherfuckin' ass, n***a)
Ho-ass boy
Wha-what-what's up then? (Bitch)

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Back in school, n***as used to scrap with brass knuckles, but now they buckin' these n***as down, ain't no busters in my town
N***as used to jack by catchin' a n***a walkin' by himself
Once he see that brick he said, mane, y'all can have the shit
Take his ends, go and buy some skunk, go get real drunk
By '94 we snortin' that funk and lockin' bitches in the trunk
One day I seen this young n***a whoopin' on this junkie n***a
He wore number twelve, dog, made that big ass n***a fall
I was trippin' 'cause this sprung n***a took his belt off
The young n***a ran behind the tree and broke out with a sawed-off
Look at them, they aren't barin' that shit, they growin' up fast, damn near eight
By the time if he turn twenty, if he make it, he'll be in his grave
Mama's can't control they kids, God's cuttin' they time short
They don't know nothin' 'bout a church, they just know how to use they yalk
Every time a problem come up (Mane, let's blast this sucker)
N***as they fuck up and wind up in jail (Goddamn)
You ain't nothin' but a
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, RBX, [?] & 8Ball]
Ghetto ass n***a from a ghetto—
Back in the-back in the days, n***as, they used to scrap
Fools get beat down, fools get beat down
Suckers's can't-suckers's can't get none
Suckers's can't get none
Ghetto ass n***a from a ghetto—
Back in the-back in the days, n***as, they used to scrap
Fools get beat down, fools get beat down
Suckers's can't-suckers's can't get none
Suckers's can't get none

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Rollin', smokin' on some hay, I was so damn blinked out
I hit this n***a ride by mistake, so now he's jumpin' out
Like he wanna swing at me, so I smacked the shit outta him
Even though I'm strapped, mane, I'd just rather whoop 'em down (Whats up, boy?)
So I took the clip out, gripped my thang, and smacked 'em in his mouth
Then we deeper than a ocean, all my road dogs jumpin' out, knottin' up that boy's cranium
The people crowded in the street, I knew he was a bitch when he said (Somebody call the police, please)
We all jumped back up in the ride, I crunk my shit and hit the gas
You ain't mad, is ya, bitch?
Knowin' we ball in these bogus tags, a buster n***a would've squashed the shit by shootin' 'em in the face
I prefer to bust his skull, and that way I won't catch a case
N***as gotta realize; crookedness come in every way
The judge know, the lawyer, and the lawyer gonna keep 'em paid
Ninety percent of black people (Who? Me?), got a public defender
Once you locked up in that junt you'll hang (Swing)
You ain't nothin' but a
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, RBX, [?] & 8Ball]
Ghetto ass n***a from a ghetto—
Back in the-back in the days, n***as, they used to scrap
Fools get beat down, fools get beat down
Suckers's can't-suckers's can't get none
Suckers's can't get none
Ghetto ass n***a from a ghetto—
Back in the-back in the days, n***as, they used to scrap
Fools get beat down, fools get beat down
Suckers's can't-suckers's can't get none
Suckers's can't get none