[Verse 1: The Game] June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital
represent the dirty south For all my thugs and thugettes out there To the world Get rowdy rowdy, bout it bout it (Where they at?) Where the tru thugs at? 4
up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up [master p.] I wish my enemies fall, I put my name on
weather i gotta die 4 it weather I hustle on da block i stay real wit it from dat 9th ward dat c.t.c. 2 dat 13th vl bgizzle & dee money chopper city 2 we fall
ain't know, I gotta go Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homie make it happen Comin' through my neighborhood with 4
I take blood in any form Even scabs (BLECH) Tenden needles filled with junkie blood Just let me find this vein (auauaugh) I hang at the emergency ward
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my li'l man 'bout to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja vu, like
damn good ducker Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the paint Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint Not me with a .9 in my hand I could fall asleep
fuck with you [scarface] I know what's happenin' with that All the hoes Let me take y'all niggas back to this incident Verse 1: [gotti of fifth ward
the thug of the century Cause I done laid it down From the streets to overseas to penitentiary We got beef, diss 3rd ward and get the soldiers I represent the 3rd ward
You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and
my trunk then pop my trunk then pop my trunk then pop my pop my pop my trunk then i beat the fat pat whatcha kno bout dat we 4 deep in the lac then
i'm talkin bout We over here in new orleans, three in the mornin me Lil Wayne,my lil brotha lil joe aka young hustle we in da 9th ward mayne lookin
know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money [Verse 2 - Birdman] Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4
think you do, nigga [B.G.] We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew [Baby] What! [Chorus 4x] [fading out begins in 4th]
sit on 24's I sip on 24's You sit on 24's I sip on 24's Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce And call it 24's Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce And call it 24's I'm ridin out
in work goin out O my god I killed em in the drought I be on ward, I be on oak Still in the south, still in the 4 Ay- what's hannanin thomasville What
use ta, fuck wit cha, now I gives a fuck about ya Tryna jack a jacker?, bitch I'll blow ya mama house up You know how we do, them 3rd ward nigga Don't
