Chorus] Give it all you got, no matter what you do You got to keep it real with yourself One shot at the top, you never got two I'll let you know the
Crooked, it's going down [Chorus] Man hold up it's going down We gon rock the house Got everybody digging the south Got everybody digging the south Them boys from the S.U
s bullshit JT Money is the best around I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound! [Verse 4: Debonaire] I got pull like gravity but some got no juice
run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got
God who can gimme all things I know you got riches I know you got ice Your life is a big party You're partyin' all night You don't mind not knowin' Christ
to see these, I don't give no freebees Ho this dick cost, what u thought I fucked with stingys? Then see me, bring me what u got, then baby maybe I'll
it's... 90 proof in the booth Got me mumblin' off the pages Probably that same shit got me stumblin' off the stage I ain't got to be in no party I be
want a swig of this pimp juice I'mma be in it, when I'm in it there will be no use, for games, no games I don't need a lot, I got this on lock dog You
YES~ Bread in my pocket? yep, im set all this krip, i got to smoke one outta all these broads, I got to like one my dawgs poppin off, I got to get drunk
't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first
(Peedi Crack) Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh I'll box your fuckin' head off Who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all come try me I'll body little
flyin and you got pussies around you And who you rely on, got dem niggaz surround u? shit And make me feel like young Tinner, from the start I was finished
kill, you're already be dead I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make I got no time for you and all the moves you fake Taking care of business
Tash] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha! Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz! Who we got, we got, we got We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the
tall for me So baby - go try your luck with Kenzie Sippin' on gin n juice in the shade Girls around my side cuz I just got paid I got a right to
blowin' through here soon. Originators can survive it if they stay true and innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die [Flesh-n-Bone] Y'all simply can't all
' right after we cocked him up in his crib Rottin' in rich with a semi-automatic shotgun Get the poppin' away up in a flick Got the crowd all nervous
