[Intro: ? & Tra 8]

Hey man, my nigga Tra, I got some problems over there

(What's up? What's up nigga?)

Look like I'm gonna have to whip a nigga ass

(What's up nigga? What's up nigga?)

Hold up, bitch

[Verse 1: Tra 8]

Ain't no problem every time you step into a public place

Niggas stare you up and down, straight in your face

Like they want to kiss you or pull a stunt

I ain't falling for that crap that's simple and punk

So I walk strong with my strut on

Never thinking about a busta better get gone

So I sweat the proteins that's still in play

Pass my digits then I'm on my way

But before I made it back to my ride

Niggas straight about pulling my hide

So I say what's up, what's the major sweat to my balls

You ain't my black draws

So what up nigga, or commence to take these shots

Not from the fist but the gat that go pop, pop, pop, pop, ooh

From that .32, you should have saw the softest bustas just broke loose

Cause they lame and didn't know the game

And I didn't blink a eye when I shot them thangs

Cause a scary-ass mort will always get ghost

Playin' the role like he all high-post

Talkin' about I'm doin' dirt

And said and done nigga ain't shit doin' nothin'

[Verse 2: Tra 8]

Roundin' up the click, buzzed on my seat

Call my nigga Hardcore to load up the niggs

To get some work done because I'm dirt-stew

Start up the car and scope the view

Picked up my dog and smoked some weed

Set a hoe up and we will split the proceeds

Knowin' damn well it won't be too long

What do you know? Catch a punk slippin' on the car phone

Threw on a mask and went through the door

What you got on me?

Punk-ass ho

Drop it like it's hot

And don't give me no shit

Give me all your cash

Or your wig get split

Punk was too slow

So I shot the hammer

Did it quick

Before I saw the slammer

'Cause 5-O will never catch a nigga on his foot

Just the first step to make a motherfucker fold up