If you ain't got money, you ain't got to worry about ***, you feel me? You got a motherfuckin' problem And if you have your money and you's a pussy, nigga That's a motherfuckin' problem Cause you got niggas like me out here, nigga I'm on your ass, nigga, I don't play no games Pull up in the all black Impala 4D, me and my dawg Creep We got one finna put his head to sleep I don't think he see me comin' when I'm dumpin' Hit him cross the street, you know he get to stompin' Get to runnin', who that at the street? The streetsweeper, that 223 That bitch gon' hit him from his head to his feet These pussy niggas thought I was one of them other niggas Nah, I ain't sweet, they must ain't told you Bitch, I'm a gangster, yes, I am, I'm from the streets I don't have problems with none of my enemies They know what's up with me, uh-uh I'm known for terrorize Got 12 on my back, I swear to God, I really done caught hell back Them bodies and I swear I keep it brick, I cannot talk about it But only thing I do is pop my ***, that's how I talk about it I really don't know nobody, like my gang, we really bout it Niggas step up to the plate, I show you we can say it back You know you niggas don't wanna be dead, don't get beheaded Cause you know we ready and we 4-D, scrubbed up in shades Pull up in a all black Impala, 4-D, me and my dog Creep We got one finna put his head to sleep All they can see me comin' when I'm dumpin' Hit him cross the street, you know he get to stompin' Get to runnin', who that at the street? The streetsweeper, that 223 That bitch gon' hit him from his head to his feet These pussy niggas thought I was one of them other niggas Nah, I ain't sweet, they must ain't told you Bitch, I'm a gangster, yes, I am, I'm from the streets I don't have problems with none of my enemies They know what's up with me Yeah, and we got chopper I don't wanna show these pussy niggas, they not a problem You know we gonna ride with these chopper You thought it was a biker gang Damn how we popped up, he thought we was a sniper gang The money that I got, your money not the same When we step reppin', smokin' nigga, two-two tray Smokin' nigga *** up like a chimney, come down like Grinch I'm feelin' like I'm silent when y'all get on my slate I pay a bitch rent just to find out where you lay It's money on your head, I know what I do, I don't play Yeah, that's how I play, slime me Pull up in a all black Impala 4D Me and my dawg Creep, we got one finna put his head to sleep They can't see me comin' when I'm dumpin', hit him cross the street You know we get to stompin', get to runnin', who that at the street? The streets, we put that two-two-three That bitch gon' hit him from his head to his feet These pussy niggas thought I was one of them other niggas Nah, I ain't sweet, they must ain't told you Bitch, I'm a gangster, yes, I am, front of streets I don't have problems with none of my enemies They know what's up with me