[dre]
A nigga ready from the get go(blowe, blowe, blowe)
Yall hear my shit go, its andre. can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
You dont know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown...yall can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you cant take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footin around dont be gettin yall nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
By gettin blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but naw (naw, naw)
I take that back, thats my problem
Turnin and walkin away, this aint gon work when they be robbin
As long as big bois still livin, never standin by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Chorus(2x)
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the dungeon with the mary jane
Its just a pimps(players), mack daddies(east point)
Its all about that ses in yo chest(its the joint)
[big boi]
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
Its that nigga down in the dungeon with them playeristic hits
Im quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, its the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
Im makin southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me makin better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, Im a man now
Im at the end of my street, so its time to take my stand now
I call the wild because its time to take the streets
So if you aint got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat
Im ready to wet em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo
Chorus(2x):
[dre]
3-5-7 to your fohead, therell be mo dead
Cause ima pro, kid
But lord forgive me, I gots to keep my milli right vi-near me
My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
Dont got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
But I feel for them like chaka khan feel for you
Aint shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my berettas right beside me
One is in the air and one is the chamber
Yall ask me what the fuck Im doin, Im releasin anger
Quick to dodge danger, Im takin it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
You can sway with andre, Ill take it to the ho-jo, bitch
Just let you know, yeah
Chorus(2x):
[big boi]
Its on my friend, on the road again, Im travelin
No more than 65 on 85 off in my cadillac
I got that nigga dre, he ridin shotgun
And got my pump under my seat,
In case these yougstas wanna have some fun
Id do it if I have to,
Bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
Im packin my gauge, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
So how do you figure that big boi be scared to blast ya
You posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
From my hollow tips, Ill send you to an early grave
You fuckin slave, you better try another way
To take me out, is truly something difficult
Dont even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
Im out of bullets lettin loose my last clip
Ima kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
You know thats how I do, you know thats how I do
Chorus(2x)
Yeah and it dont stop and it dont quit, to the motherfuckin..
Organized noize, pa, goodie mob, big gipp and all the niggaz
Around the east pointe way
College park is really on the map
We comin around atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
With the muthafuckin guns and the motherfuckin glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, dont fear it and it dont stop
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