الرئيسية
من طرف 
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my azz out.
I kicked her azz we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m creflo dollar
I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I’m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
I’m on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your azz up.
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your azz up
(yeah)
