Verse 1:
(Turk)
Everyday, all day
All we do is get our grind on
From sun up to sun down get our grind on
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank
You now how it is--want everything for myself
Want every nigga scorin' for me, nobody else
I'm a dog
It ain't no secret, I want it all
The coke, dope, hoes and the fancy cars
The game is cold but it's fair nigga
Can't trust no man 'cause a nigga don't care nigga
Nigga'll do anything just to be the man wit all the work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter
Erase you off the earth
Them niggas cut throats
This shit is real cousin
Better know the game, if you don't you get killed cousin
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve
Chorus:
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin'
Ain't no stoppin' us
(4 times)
Verse 2:
(Baby)
Niggas baller blockin', so they lettin' off shots
The Feds came through
Can't stop the clock
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
Lovely came through in a Bentley drop
The Cadillac truck we paint, then got hot
Still runnin' through them hallways totin' a glock
Word got around, Curly tryna close my shop
The mail man down bad, 'til he grab the glock
Tell the stupid hoe, "Shut up," he bouts to get popped
The cameras out and them lights is on
Them Feds comin through and they gettin' it on
So we duck and hide
Supply and ride
Big party goin' down wit Big Wood tonight
So we cocked the glocks
'Cause the beef is rock
Niggas shootin' out the windows instead of head shots
Believe that playboy
Chorus
Verse 3:
(E-40)
Niggas be cold killin'
Slick, slide, slippery like grease
Create ya'll bin on a tight East scrilla
Call the police on a young busta just tryna money mack up on a million
You best respect the game or get yo cap peeled in
Whoopin' ass and takin' names about my pay
Straight up out the year 2000, Y2K
We ain't fit the bearin'
Fuck 'bamas
Jewels, elite jewelry, up out Atlanta you know
Ya know, we ain't gotta smash pennies to make tokens no mo
See I just look like this
Project English left and plain
We use words like "It's all gravy train"
I spit the ranges from the job
My nigga Baby and them, call them the law
The block controller just seen it all
From white to brown, yellow
Pineapple ya'll
That leaky brown color to baller blockin ya'll
Wit baking soda ,ya smell?
Ball to we have it all, ya dig?
Ball to we have it all, hoe
Chorus
Verse 4:
(Juvenile)
I know I need to stop, but I'm soldier, so fuck it
Besides I'm responsible fo' supplin' the public
My daddy got shot, so I'm holdin' it down
Out of line, out of bounds
Puttin' four in a clown
Bitch answer when I call, make me know you got my change
Is it explodin' in yo brain, do you think I'm playin' games
See that's why lil' niggas like you get murder for 'caine
Put yoself in a spot where you won't be workin' again
I ain't gon' let yo partners from yo block confuse ya
You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya
Now tell 'em who got assed out
You and me too, ha?
And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now
And all these muthafuckin' laws tryna take mine
I ain't wit that bullshit, two at the same time
Fuck, I might at well give the dope game up
But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
Chorus