Come on, here's the answer, put your, put your hand up, here's the answer, put your, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand up, put your hand upI'm here for my niggas and all of my street hustlers, and my niggas in the booth spit the truth to them suckas, I'm that knuckle ripping cats that swag the track crusher, I'm the sheets digging deep, they call me the back buster, how you busters get back, my naughty cats are rushing, and won't leave no fingerprints and no evidence, you fuckers bout to suffer, when you discover we done had enough of, all that bitching and that snitching, pop the clip and just touch it, niggas see it, wouldn't wanna,back this like the beer, all my niggas puffing that wood, feeling good, cha-chia, hoppin bottles, hitting models of women that's similar, and you bragging bout a * and forgot that I've been with her, see I get around like Mr. Chacon and hood rumors, break her back, hit the track like a pair of good pumas, giving niggas good tumors, talking about my clique, when I say I'm sitting on doves, not talking about my whip, that's my chip,Yeah, it's me, boyPut your hands up, manDon't lie to me, manYou know what I'm sayin'?From the cityTo the trapI'm so focused, I swear, manYou can't even catch me on the camera, manSo I'm tellin' youWell, hello, it's our billsYou know the nigga you dream aboutIf niggas really want it like T.I.P., then bring them outI wet them all up so the hospital could ring them outBetter hit the ground than run when you see that thing is outThe best of the best, civilian the truthFirefighters on speed dial when I step in the boothI heard them rhymes y'all was kickin' when you speakin' my nameAnd I loved all the attention, so keep speakin' my nameSome bills be killin' crews with unforgettable versesBody-whacked rappers and put them in lyrical hearsesI'm so sick and I can't be cured with no medicineI'm tired of smashin' rookies, ah, where's all the veterans?You said you not feelin' super-sized bills, you liedYou never was on your grind, I'm the one that inspired youGo home, lil' homie, you see that this man's hotCause I do big boy things and you stuck in the sandboxHere's the handle, put that with your hand upHere's the handle, put that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPusteers down as the killers go homeHere's the handle, put that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPusteers down as the killers go homeHere's the handle, put that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upPut that with your hand upMoin'AyyShe wet the P-RatY'all already know Tripp, he a representativeSwag of BMTTruly producin' the motherfuckin' SouthY'all already know how we get down, I been on my homieMy homeboyMy brother from another motherDJ Gunshin, man, you know what I mean?Steel, motherfuckin' majorYou heard me, nigga, Steel, babyHe was doin' thatAyy, GDJ GunjiIt's Frankie StangleRedYou poppin' poppin', babyYou already know