[Intro: T.I.]
You are not a fucking gangsta bitch
Ain't nothing to ya, I see stright thru ya. Ho n***a
T.I.P. Mac Boney and Jeezy... ya understand that
Pimp Squad, Grand Hustle
Let 'em know shawty

[Verse 1: Mac Boney]
I'm from the South I'ont like no lame, you got a problem wit it then fight then lame
Pull your pistol out (pull it out), put your fist up (put em up)
Where your game face, n***a? you a bitch, huh? (you a bitch n***a)
I shoulda known you wasn't real
Got punked by a lil' n***a, tell me how you feel (how you feel, bitch?)
You ain't gutta, you ain't gangsta for shit
I coulda robbed you ten times, you should be thankin' your bitch
Only reason I ain't get you it's 'cuz she sucking my dick
I got news for these n***as who ain't down with my clique
I'm tattooin' pussy n***as with the butt of my clip
Knock your teeth down your throat make you swallow them shits
This ain't hip-hop n***a, this is drive-by music (drive-by music)
Somethin' to listen to while I load my Uzi
Choice, you can run or get shot, you better choose it
Got a brain in your skull young n***a you better use it

[Chorus: Mac Boney]
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
'Cuz n***as get they head blown off where I'm from (your here now)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
I'm a certified Westside n***a, (In the A)
I done survived where the best die n***a (we don't play)
Ain't in the game but respected by the vets
Ain't nothing changed still'll put eleven in ya chest
Don't think just 'cuz I got a seven digit check
That you can pop and flex and not consider Tip a threat
Sign, sealed and delivered, it's a bet
Might catch me all alone with two pistols and a tec
I'll shoot you now, spend a 100 grand on the case
He ain't wanna die, he shoulda kept his hands out my face
At the age of 15, I'm shootin' it out with grown folk
From Bankhead, Simpson Road, Zone 1 to Zone 4 n***a

[Chorus: Mac Boney]
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
'Cuz n***as get they head blown off where I'm from (your here now)

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Who the fuck want what? You can damn sure get it
Fifty rounds, I'ma damn sure hit it
N***as talk big 'til you see about them
Now his n***as in the hood gotta read about him
Yeahhh n***a, ya get ya issue here
Assault rifles, no pistols here
For playing with the bad guys
Have your partners wearing white tees like franchise
I'm here now and I ain't going nowhere
Carbon 15 tucked in my Rocawear (let's get it)
Pussy ass n***as, I got no love for ya
And if your ever outta line I got slugs for ya
You don't want me to get the streets involved
Or better yet, make a call and get Meech involved, BMF n***a
And you ain't straightening shit homie
It's CTE P$C whatup Mac Boney?
[Chorus: Mac Boney]
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
Fuck where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
'Cuz n***as get they head blown off where I'm from (your here now)