Released on February 23, 2008

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[Chorus]

We street niggas who keep figures, we keep heat (We keep heat?)

Oww owwww

We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (He won't skeet?)

Pow powwww

I stole the show without the radio, which way did he go?

Oww owwww

Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go)

Chao chaoooow


[Verse 1]

Big crib, cannons in every room

I got the ship, Greasey he got the Chevy Doom

I can barely move when he see that shit here

See this 5th gear, I sit in a big chair

Make the final decisions wherever his head go, the nigga dead though

Fuck he need him a medical?

Better get him a nice sized box to sleep in

It's over for him, the nigga was knee-deep in

Seen him creepin', from the right side, bright side, bitches love the dick

They always say it's the right size

Nice eyes, hazel like fruit punch, lemonade

This is the season for vigilantes and renegades

Been afraid of nothin' that crossed my path bitch

He had me confused, I put him down in the casket

Drastic- measures I be taking when you bitches put my back against the wall

Fuckers be tryna blackball

Got a fat draw with nothin' but cash in it

Stash crack in it, thought I lost but I'm back in it

Heavy in the street shit, still on my one and twos

About to punish you, better put on your running shoes

Oww


[Chorus]

We street niggas who keep figures, we keep heat (We keep heat?)

Oww owwww

We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (He won't skeet?)

Pow powwww

I start a show without the radio, which way did he go?

Oww owwww

Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go)

Chao chaoooow


[Verse 2]

All I got is my hancock now, man down

You bitches on round cock now

Got the shit on lock but I ain't satisfied, Bigga need more

Like I'm in bed with three whores, we are

Not them niggas on TV, them niggas is weak

They never really be in the street

Hold 'em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the niggas I fucks with

Bitches, keep 'em in bunches, lunches

Dinners at the hotel suite

I'm the most hated on. And I don't eat filet mignone

Better pay me on the first and the 15th

Nigga hit me, Twenty thousand to rent me

Just for one night, I can wave you, fix you with the treatment

Keep chips, tucked in the safety deposit, closet

Everything is the opposite, I can pop ya bitch

I'm Kobe, you Radmanovich, got a lot of it

I'm the best out, stressed out, from this rap shit

Sorry you feeling left out

Guest house, Club Cocabana was the spot

These niggas that wanna rock, bet I'ma make it hot

Nigga, why you jeopardizing your career before it jumpstart, buckshot

Cover you when the pump spark, mayday

Make you niggas walk the plank, blindfold

Bigga, I'll never go, the nigga stuck in grind mode

Oww


[Chorus]

We street niggas who keep figures, we keep heat (We keep heat?)

Oww owwww

We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (He won't skeet?)

Pow powwww

I start a show without the radio, which way did he go?

Oww owwww

Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go)

Chao chaoooow