Ha ha, ha, manYeah, uh, uh, yeahHit us, 992G, till I dieUh, I got love for all my niggasYeah, hit us, nigga, till I dieUh, yeah, what, what, whatI got love for the dope, I'd do anything for the dopeKickin' your dope, wavin' the folk, kidnappin' your hoeI got love for my niggas that's protectin' they lootThat'll aim and shoot and knock a cat straight out his bootsI know niggas that too, but still gettin' money on the blockAin't lookin' but me on the block and gettin' money from copsCouple of shots from a Glock, I'll leave you leakin' and not breathin'And don't ask question, cause thug niggas know the reasonYeah, I see he keepin', cause I'm on the corner gettin' luchiAnd all up on the C80P, they wanna screw me cause I'm draped in GucciAy, I see all you motherfuckers wanna do meListen, only if you knew me, homieI got love for real niggas, not the phoniesThat type of nigga, you would say, I got love for realI see in the club, with two caronis gettin' moneyAy, buddy, * is kinda hacked outCause I tore the fist out, goin' off in me* Cristal, and I can get railProject style, check the failsYou niggas don't want me to move the crowdWho I got love for, them hitters I die forYoung Shooter, Polo Flex, and CursonadoCause I know them niggas, they a ride for meTop back the strap, and do a homicide for meSo all my niggas on the block, stay gettin' your cheddarAnd keep it crackin', we gon' get it together, yeah, yeahYou got love for real niggas on the blockWith dope, niggas on the block, with dopeMy niggas on the corner for showMy niggas in the hood with creamMy niggas livin' real life dreamsMy niggas on the block with dopeMy niggas on the corner for showMy niggas in the hood with creamMy niggas livin' real life dreamsStubs from the streets, they got no love for youCash back, car on wall, hesitate to dump on youLove for who? You sittin' fat, they comin' for youWhen it's all said and done, it's only gon' be a fewReady to ride with you, double hoopNiggas that shed blood with you, shoot big guns with youTake trips with you, cut freaks with youSippin' on 100 proof liquor, man, I got love for my niggasWhen it's time to go to war, always down to pull the triggerThey say the one's close to you are the ones to hit youI smoke weed, so it ain't no thing to smoke, you niggasI got love and feelings, got my hands on a couple of G'sNow it's time to touch some millionsI bet the buildings get turned into drug spotsSo-called thugs on the streets, they got no love for the copsDead piggy on the freewayPayroll, payroll, payrollPayroll, payroll, payrollMy niggas on the block with doughMy niggas on the corner for showMy niggas in the hood with creamMy niggas livin' real-life dreamsMy niggas on the block with doughMy niggas on the corner for showMy niggas in the hood with creamMy niggas livin' real-life dreamsThey tell me I'm like, * itBitch-ass niggas, hoe-ass niggasCrabs in the bucket, niggas try to pull me downBut they don't wanna * aroundWith a hitter from the townI slap you in my faceI strap and then I fire off a ramBe like, nigga, nowIt's Apollo and his bitchThrow up and hit us with a frownEddie P gon' clown, so I don't even have to rapI'ma just sip yak and roll me up a sackBe like, where my niggas at?Holla, holla, if you makin' dollarsThat's who I got love forMy killers and my thug folks, niggas talk badI * bitches with my niggasGet bitches with my niggasI got love for my niggasWe all some money, get usBut don't give a * about itWe been broke and brokeAnd even then we did without itFrom the start, when this first track beat like a heartPeek, my nigga, cheekWe'll never be apartWho you got love for?My niggas on the block with DomeWho you got love for?My niggas on the corner for showWho you got love for?My niggas in the hood with CreamWho you got love for?My niggas livin' real life dreamsWho you got love for?My niggas on the block with DomeWho you got love for?My niggas on the corner for showWho you got love for?My niggas in the hood with CreamWho you got love for?My niggas livin' real life dreamsYour life involve higher codeHandheld scales, measure correct before your postThen I suppose if the act's forgettingAnd somehow you be savedBut if you live relentlessThat's how you get paidNow you got money to makeBills to payBitches to breakMeals like steak and shrimpMake you walk with a limpAnd fools be false appetizersDon't get it wrongCause you rarely sip on PerrionBut more wet and bondAnd Sony never claimed to be boughtNever have but you willWhen your past need a mentionTo your family and your willYou don't know another pageCause slick talking niggasDeceive and mislead yaTill believing that they coolThat's when they creatureWith the schemasWhere the G stackThe question of actionDo you acknowledge they for realCause in your back you feel magnumsThinking we'll only do itHomie only God knowsIt depend on who came to get youAnd how much they got you forAnd took off a Saatchi coatRodex SkrillaAnd mini zipsFrom your mother's jewelryThem Motorola's with chipsHere come the men in blackBut not Will SmithWith real clipsSacrifice youA hungry niggaTurned savageThat's the issueYou don't really want to see the hittersYou don't really want to * with usYou don't really want to see the hittersYou don't really want to * with usNiggas better yield for this payroll *Niggas all in your face niggaWhen I'm grabbing myI'm unloading my whole clip niggaRealize it niggaIt's in your face right nowRecognize me niggaIt's all these niggasWe need homie* y'allWhat niggaIt's our turnIs you ready for thisNiggas ain't ready for thisNiggas ain't really readyThey ain't readyWe hitThey ain't readyThere ain't no stopping us