[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah n***a Fast Money, Cash Money
How we roll it out-is how we roll it in
Know what I'm sayin n***a feel me n***a
We just hit a lick n***a
Gotta bout 50 more years n***a
And I wanted to go fuck with a n***a
Who broke bread with us first n***a so we flew to Houston ya holla!

[Verse 1: Bun B]
I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack
A heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks
I held my nuts in the game called crack
Now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back
I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it
A south n***a....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it
UGK for life bitch an underground boss
Disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real)
Quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a n***a
One click blow the shit out a n***a (BLOAH)
Been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it
Don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it
P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby
This dedicated to my n***as on lock
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop
[Chorus: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
Drug deals, and young n***as gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
Drug deals, and young n***as gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real

[Verse 2: 6 Shot]
Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat n***a
Any year crisp and clear ya hear me now
Nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real
Coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here
Everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT)
N***a shits so real it's no doubt about it
All cowards get killed
Fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people
Forty four bags and them people
In that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown
Know ya down all that drama (???)
Thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know
It's so real it's no doubt about it
All cowards get killed ya know
[Chorus: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
Drug deals, and young n***as gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
Drug deals, and young n***as gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Look you know them guns go to poppin
When them n***as go to drop e'm
Make e'm all run go to scatter n***a
Cause when you fuckin with the man
He'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya
Yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out
Came through the neighborhood with the guns out
N***a don't make me drop the top
Don't give a fuck about the weather cause we still gon'shine n***a
Yeah and that was changeable evidence homie
That's why they let Rufus go
And we was playin with paper n***a-and dropped 50 on the flo'n***a
So I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out
N***a and I'm tryin to get out
The dope game but I still let them birds out
[Chorus: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
Drug deals, and young n***as gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
Drug deals, and young n***as gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real