This is for my hustlers, hustlers, ballin', ballin',
niggas snitchin', watch how you rollin'
This is for the gangstas, gangstas, holdin',
these game changin' ain't the same no more
Nah, niggas like bitches, bitches, talkin', talkin',
until you put a fuckin' gun in they mouth
But believe me, he a dead man, dead man, walkin',
cause when I see him, I'm the egg nigga out
Is my brain stimulated from the purple?
Or niggas worshiping rap?
Let's clarify that,
let's clear up the facts
Rock a fitted, now you on some
G shit
Till somebody blam you with them hammers,
leave you twisted
See everybody rap funny,
act funny like they getting paid
Till one day,
get a one way ticket to the grave
See real gangstas rep,
walk around in pimps with a tech
You move, you get wet,
just a day in the projects
But you know about that,
you know about gats
Roll around strapped,
in the caddy with the shit on your lap
You ain't buckin' nothin',
cuttin' nothin', lettin' nothin' die
You ain't cockin' nothin',
stop frontin', let them slugs fly
You ain't built for what we be on,
M .I. your darn shit
We leave you gone like
they're buildin'
Saddam here
Your gangsters is in the house,
yeah, you know it
G's up, hoes down, nigga,
that's how we on it
And we ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, you not go
I get dough, you don't roll,
then on show and I blow
This is for my hustler,
hustler, fall, fall
Niggas snitchin', watch how you roll
This is for the gangstas, gangstas
Hold up, this game changin'
ain't the same no more
Niggas like bitches, bitches
Talk, talk,
until you put a fuckin' gun in their mouth
But believe me,
he a dead man, dead man
Walk, cause when I see him,
I'ma end niggas
Hard to see through the smoke screen
With dope fiends leanin',
thugs schemin'
Who real, which niggas be singin',
you know what mean?
Gotta watch for the snakes in the grass
Let you know niggas quick to put
them jakes in your ass
Gotta watch him, don't trust him,
you better bust him in the jaw
Cause you know it's hard to touch
him when they runnin' with the law
Look homie, you don't know me,
but I stay with the fall
And don't reach, cause I leave you dead,
dead on the floor
Cause I'm packin' heavy metal,
metal, metal
And I ain't talkin' bout the
Tars, man, I run up on your call
Have you reachin' for the stars,
the head nigga in charge
We eat nigga, starve,
don't give a fuck who you are
Man, we don't fake moves,
we showin' proves
So homie, lay your skills down,
I break you down, shake you up
You wouldn't last one round,
you think you good, then put em up
Boxin', shootin', you know,
robbin' and lootin'
But there was nothin' to it,
you know how the goons do it
Money over bitches,
box cutters for the snitches
You know how we get it
This is for the hustlers, hustlers,
ballin', ballin'
Niggas snitchin',
watch how you rollin'
This is for the gangsters,
gangsters, holdin'
The game changin' ain't the
same no more, nah
Niggas like bitches, bitches,
talkin', talkin'
Until you put a fuckin' gun in they mouth
But believe me, he a dead dick,
dead dick, walkin'
Cause when I see him, I'm a head nigga out,
ha!
Big Noyd 
