[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)

[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on
They ain't thuggin' like we thuggin', they don't hustle on them blocks we on
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on
They ain't struggled like we struggled, did that time, a n***a glad to be home

[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
Yeah, they ain't on what we on (I swear), I been into some shit (Been out here)
First, I got out of school, then I got into them trips (I got right on that road)
When I got out the joint, jumped into it quick (Fuckin' with this bitch)
Mouth sayin' I love her, and I ain't into the bitch (I don't even fuck with you like that)
Eleven pair of buffs and I ain't never had no frames snatched (Not once)
Caught up in the system, reoffended, need to change that (I keep catchin' cases)
'Bout to jump this big like we beefin', bring that 'caine back (Yeah)
New Rollie, I claim that, Joey told me to bang that (You know how we play it)
I make investments, it ain't always dope, I cop whatever (N***a)
I made a couple bands reselling them blue elevens (Big bands)
I seen my cousin get life behind this dope shit (N***a)
But I ain't doing nothing different, call the phone, bitch

[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on
They ain't thuggin' like we thuggin', they don't hustle on them blocks we on (No, no, no, no, yeah)
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on
They ain't struggled like we struggled, did that time, a n***a glad to be home (It feels so good, yeah)
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
G-O-D, ayy, though
They ain't on the shit we be on
HellGang Mozzy ain't the posse you should speak on
I'll never miss them bounty bunks I used to sleep on
She ain't got a bag for the fella, tell her keep on
Pocket full of C-notes, baby diggin' the lingo (Yeah)
Line him up for the free throw, I know the Pisces and Primos
Peckerwoods out in Chico, hooker bitches in Reno
Killers in San Bernardino, lockin' in with the D, though
Auntie playin' with P's, though, treat my n***as as equal
Turkey wrap in the diesel, activity pure illegal
Advice from a paralegal, told me to play it safe
Run a deuce concurrent or they gon' bang us with eight, ayy

[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on (They ain't on what we on)
They ain't thuggin' like we thuggin', they don't hustle on them blocks we on (No, no, yeah, yeah)
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on (They ain't on what we on)
They ain't struggled like we struggled, did that time, a n***a glad to be home (It feel good, so good, yeah)

[Verse 3: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Yeah, done did my time in them cells like what the fuck is this?
Toilet seat cold as hell, can't even take a shit
Bunkie fuckin' with them kids, I wanna gut his ass
Let God do His job or should I cut his ass?
Move in silence when it's violence, young n***as been wildin'
Hit your ass with that fire, got the block on fire
You ain't on it like we on it, you don't even know it
N***as perpin' for the neck, we never condone it
Lost my mans, how the fuck I'm 'posed to cope with death?
N***as snitchin', how the fuck I'm 'posed to cope with rats?
Bitches fuckin' by the time a n***a grab a Mag'
If they ain't hit me with no L, then, bitch, I'm bouncin' back
[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on (They ain't)
They ain't thuggin' like we thuggin', they don't hustle on them blocks we on (We on, ain't on what we on, yeah)
They ain't on what we on, they ain't on what we on
They ain't struggled like we struggled, did that time, a n***a glad to be home (It feel good, so good, it feel good to be home)

[Outro]
(Beatgang)
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)