This is only for the real man.
So all you scary ass niggas,
step the * back man.
Let these real G's through, huh?
Chop a lot,
OG run, see.
Wrecking yard.
I got my boy Dollar up in here.
That boy Rapster.
That boy Trey, man.
About to hold it down for that boy Ro.
Show you how we do it down in South.
What?
Dollar,
H-O-U.
Rapper life for life, yeah.
He ball strong, nigga.
This is zero tolerance,
yeah.
Bass.
Highlight your boy,
Dollar.
I'm speed racing down the back street.
Cautious I gotta pack heat.
Niggas might wanna snatch me and wrap me up.
Niggas rather see me dead cause they knew I was coming.
But I just keep my head up and tie the shoes.
I'm running.
Hope the world pay me back for all the dudes that's coming.
I just gotta give my people back something.
It's a new world order.
Peep the lessons that a cruel world
taught a nigga in order to stay alive.
Play smart to survive.
A lot of niggas talk with their jive and walk with their stride.
I just keep my head up,
put my heart and my pride.
Ain't nobody gonna love me like the people who with me.
Soon as I'm gone, niggas quick to forgive me.
Follow with me as we travel through this lost world.
Curious minds starve down over furious dimes.
Life's sins over jurious crimes.
Hoping the world let me through with this rhyme.
I'm on the grind, nigga.
Rapster.
Yeah, Rapster,
a.k.a.
Young Alpha.
My nigga, Ro, I see ya.
I'm about to hold it down for ya.
Uh-huh.
Cause injury ain't * to me.
But a half a brick a day is what I'm trying to see.
Here it is, Rapster.
Right back at it.
Still on the block.
I'm still pragmatic.
Loaded automatic, stashed under my seat.
About to let them bitches know ain't no bitch but me.
See,
I was born in Fifth Ward,
land of the killers.
But raised in Mo City, home of gorillas.
Beef with me, nigga, you will find out.
I'm like Ro, I make a bitch nigga slide out.
You have to throw this on her.
Bulletproof your Hummer.
Them hollow points from the Glocker
have your ass looking for a blood donor.
600 candy red with them loud pipes.
I hear the graces move all through the red light.
Don't let the ice fool you,
cause they ain't Hollywood.
You catch a bullet in your face,
disrespecting hoods.
I wish you would say my name in your song.
I murder you bitches like I'm about to murder Mike Jones.
He dead wrong,
matter of fact,
he'll be dead and gone.
I got a mean ass hook that'll break your bones.
High gangsta, but I'm not a gangster.
But he dance to the thong song.
I'm in the back and I was black with a yellow bone.
And all I gotta do is throw my hood on.
I better hunt killers, then gorillas pull up.
Keep thinking I'm Brooklyn.
I ain't playing with you rookies.
A hundred-mile clip, I turn trees to bushes.
Rapster, hustler, I turn cars to cookies.
I turn daughters to snooks.
If the bitch keep looking,
ain't no motherfucking bark,
nigga.
I pop a trunk,
*** a pump and make you chomp,
nigga.
Chomp, bad nigga, get your mind right.
Yeah, yeah.
Bitch, I am.
Bitch, I am.
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga.