[Verse 1: Bun B]

Now I can take the weight of the world off my back

I can take the weight of your girl on my lap

I'm addicted to [?], [?] stay on the grind

Bitches [?] your mind

Young prince of the city, you can see my reach

Old school [?]

Coming down [?] Texas [?] see my streets

But we ain't seeing no peace, but you can see my piece

If you catch me down in Florida, I'm fucking with [?]

Like my [?] said, that be stuck in the feds

Every dime from making bread, we get it on in the ghetto

[?] said, we was born in the ghetto

And for 10 years straight, I've been a don in the ghetto

Got them niggas [?] and [?]

Like [?] metto, [?] high school

I don't even know why these pussy niggas try, fool

[Chorus: Stat Quo]

I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, nigga

Old up

I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, nigga

Hold up

Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, nigga

Hold up

[?] try to stop me from eating, nigga

Hold up

I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, dawg

Hold up

You a bitch [?] get your head blown off

Hold up

You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft

Hold up

We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost

Old up

[Verse 2: Stat Quo]

I'm a A-Town boss [?] this bitch

Everytime I spit, it be on some classic shit

Lotta niggas be acting hard, but they on some plastic shit

Ain't no talking 'bout it, we [?]

[?] getting way out the water

[?] dimes and quarters

Get some dirt off my shoulder, get my skrilla in order

I'm a big bang [?], who keep his eyes on [?]

Fuck what you saying, [?]

[?] stretcher

Not knowing if you gon' live or die, the reper'll catch ya

When it's your time to go, ain't nobody protect ya

It's that good old hustler [?] wood grain

Stat Quo [?] everything to get change

The rap game like the crack game, the block is [?]

Re-up with my [?] big chain

[Chorus: Stat Quo]

I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, nigga

Old up

I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, nigga

Hold up

Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, nigga

Hold up

[?] try to stop me from eating, nigga

Hold up

I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, dawg

Hold up

You a bitch [?] get your head blown off

Hold up

You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft

Hold up

We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost

Old up

[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]

[?] keep your hand on the grill

Don't threaten me with your tool, like you a macanic with [?]

Hop out the [?] waving your hand like you rich

The 40 karot on your wrist, like [?]

They [?] it, telling me it's not 'bout no percentage

What you get is [?], don't insult my intelagents

Get on the phone call your [?] up, and ask who your dentist is

After I knock your platnom grill out, I'll be sure to send him it

Don't believe in it anyway, no, you ain't getting any pay

No, you ain't toating any K's

So we won't see no cemmis spray

Ain't gon' lie, I don't know no Eminem, 50 or any Dre

But I'm [?] indipendent, [?] any day

Niggas hate, so I [?] straight

Gotta see if a nigga in your clique is fake

If he can't look you in your face

He gotta go, gotta give him [?]

Can't trust every pretty smile

Be the type that'll kiss your face

Best [?] up in your place

Think it's safe, until they hit your safe

Tell a nigga who calling the shots

[?] get the [?]

Tired of indostry pussy niggas, rap my hand around a nigga throat

This ain't about no major label, no Soney Records or no Interscope

It's all about if you know your [?] watch yourself [?]

[Chorus: Stat Quo]

I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, nigga

Old up

I got [?] that'll put you to sleep, nigga

Hold up

Me and my dawgs always stay on the creep, nigga

Hold up

[?] try to stop me from eating, nigga

Hold up

I heard niggas talking shit 'bout me, dawg

Hold up

You a bitch [?] get your head blown off

Hold up

You broke, [?] rich, that's why your [?] soft

Hold up

We want it, we buy it, don't care what it cost

Old up