[Intro]

Yeah! Shyheim! Young Wu!

[Verse 1: Shyheim]

You don't wanna battle me, I take everything personal

Pussy, I shove you back in the pussy that birthed you

This is me everyday, I don't go to rehearsal

I smack you with this nine, spin you 'round in a circle

My bank account numbers look like it's your social

You on the mixtape scene but your ass still local

Tryna G check me, you should be glad I ain't poke you

Nigga, you think you slick, tryna get me to promote you

But I'm hip to the game, man, that move's so old school

You remind me of the old dudes, a bottle of Cisco

Matter of fact you remind me of a blonde, that's Sisqo

I'm like The Yay Area, you San Francisco

Shy 'bout the dollar like that 99 cent store

Is your life insured? You best done make sure

Originally came for peace but prepared for war

With no talk at motherfucking all, you already know

[Chorus: Mr. Erbie]

Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop

So we out here, posted up, making chops

Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock

Never sweat shit, God rep your block

Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop

So we out here, posted up, making chops

Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock

Never sweat shit, God rep your block

[Verse 2: Mr. Erbie]

Ayo, if crime pays then dope sells, I'm cookin'

Hustle with the nine, yeah, see the D's lookin'

Watch 'em jump out the whip, then I'm bookin'

Never lose sight, I ain't too shooken

Coming from a hood, I ain't halfway crookin'

You can get jacked and jook, get clapped and took

Fuck a Captain Hook, it's fast knives and jooks

School of hard knocks, stashed drugs in books

You know the crack still slang and the guns still bang

We outside in the hood, homie, fuck the rain

My game's full of patience but my nerves are shot

I got my back against the wall as I serve the block

The dirty Northside, we stay posted, fuck the cops

Ever since a kid I never gave a shit

That's some shit, read your part, ain't that a bitch

Real life bets, bad dreams and real life threats

[Chorus: Mr. Erbie]

Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop

So we out here, posted up, making chops

Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock

Never sweat shit, God rep your block

Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop

So we out here, posted up, making chops

Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock

Never sweat shit, God rep your block