| Keep yo' hands in the air, cause we gon' take you there | 
| And I know it ain’t fair, but we just don’t care. | 
| Uh-huh, uh, what | 
| Ain’t no other cats got love for me | 
| Ain’t no cats gon' bust slugs for me | 
| Ain’t no cats gon' shed blood for me | 
| But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me | 
| Uhh, uhh | 
| If I’m gonna rob, I’mma rob all night | 
| If I’m lookin for somethin it’s probably a fight | 
| If I’m goin fuck bitches then they better be tight | 
| If that’s dead, then the head better be right | 
| If I gots to play I’mma play til I win | 
| Since I gots to be here can’t wait to begin | 
| Wanna fuck shorty can’t stand shorty friend | 
| Cause honey friend fuck many many men | 
| Stay wit the rats cause the rats is real | 
| Wanna fuck, then we fuck, already know the deal | 
| Shit, fuck what you look like, just show the real | 
| And I keep spot that we can go to chill | 
| I love my, get down for the hoes | 
| Only reason I come around is for the hoes | 
| Pipework — I lay it down for the hoes | 
| Hit em off with that dark brown, you know? | 
| Y’know fuckin wit me, ain’t keepin your health right | 
| Cause me and my Rolls, we keep it jail tight | 
| The shit I pack is heavy, but the shell is light | 
| When they drop the same time, you drop without a fight | 
| Burnin anything that I’m puttin my name on | 
| You might take a 'Drag', but you can’t flame 'On' | 
| I know y’all niggas to homey, wit a chain on | 
| When it come to the fire I’m the kid they blame it on | 
| When you see like eight cars then y’all know who we are | 
| Niggas spittin mean bars off the green jar | 
| Never drunk but you see me leaned at the bar | 
| Spittin fire that’ll melt the ice on your arm | 
| You had that but for now dog give me that | 
| Cause dog you don’t wanna see how my semi act | 
| Fake hustlin niggas you’ll pump any pack | 
| When it come to this shit, I done laid plenty flat (C'MON!) | 
| Do you hear what I tell you? | 
| Understand what you hear | 
| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear | 
| Do you hear what I tell you? | 
| Understand what you hear | 
| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear | 
| Uhh, uhh | 
| What you niggas want? | 
| Cause I got it right here | 
| Y’all niggas front, then I hit you right there | 
| Not really impressed by what niggas wear | 
| Faggots talk shit but I really don’t care | 
| I’m the type of nigga that’ll die for the cause | 
| Fuck what you heard, I will die for my dogs | 
| Ain’t scared of shit — will ride in the fog | 
| Same thing but a bigger size than yours | 
| I fuck with Drag-On, cause he spits the flame | 
| Drag-On motherfucker don’t forget the name | 
| And we all takin over ain’t shit the same | 
| If you ain’t out that mob nigga quit the game | 
| And ain’t no other cats got love for me | 
| Ain’t no other cats gon' bust slugs for me | 
| Ain’t no other cats gon' shed blood wit me | 
| But my dogs, is gon' be a thug wit me, c’mon! | 
| Do you hear what I tell you? | 
| Understand what you hear | 
| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear | 
| Do you hear what I tell you? | 
| Understand what you hear | 
| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear | 
| Uh-huh, uh | 
| Uh. | 
| Drag-On | 
| My man | 
| Swizz Beatz | 
| Uh | 
| Uh, uh | 
| Uh, uh | 
| Uh, uh | 
| Double-R, uh |