Niggas sleep on the shot, yo. Niggas sleep on this city, nigga.
North Pole, Wild Hunnids. West Side, Low End. South Side, East Side.
Niggas up here, we take care of that business.
Y'all ain't never been, come on through, bitch.
Come around my crib where I live, this is the sight to see.
Mom say it ain't right for me, but yeah, this is where I like to be.
Come around my crib where I live, this is the sight to see.
Mom say it ain't right for me, but yeah, this is where I like to be.
Now if you hear the black kids, dirty and skinny, they mama says crack it.
Many roaches at home, it's the rats, bitch.
The crib where they live in the backseat.
The fact is, they deep in the spot, this mama been giving a rock.
You can't tell when they deep in the pot.
Mother don't care, they ain't giving a lot.
Just get on the block, fast on your feet.
Or what if he's off and they blasting the heat?
You ain't got time, you won't last in the street.
Get cops, hell and dummies, your ass will give in.
Cash in the street, no for us all.
Don't set up shop, have them bussing it, y'all.
Call the police, they ain't rushing at all.
Make them get there till your guts on the wall.
Punches revolve, this rag be his head.
Won't be such a hoot with your bands that we sell.
Not like my mama, she mad anywhere.
Ballin' around in it, head to the jail.
Saturday we sell, we're shopping our clothes.
Locals, they looking for rocks in the blows.
Wonder why white people lock in their doors.
Who are projecting, we pop in the polls.
Top in the O's, stack in the G's.
Rattin' around in the lack of some D's.
Trickin' off daddy, she back on her knees.
Nobody knows, she pack a disease.
Put whack on my feelings, yeah, and I know.
Begging whiskey when we lay in these hoes.
Spending our money on nothing but clothes.
And I'll get these, studies and votes.
Come around my crib, where I live.
This site, city.
I'ma say it ain't right for me.
But yeah, this way I like to be.
Come around my crib, where I live.
This site, city.
I'ma say it ain't right for me.
But yeah, this way I like to be.
Drunks, bums, and winos.
Begging for change from me and my niggeros.
Four forty, a pint, or a brick of rose.
You can find them in front of the little stove.
Think of those, was drinking for hope.
When problems were sankin', they vote.
Not even bad, and they stankin' and broke.
So then they bridges kept yankin', they broke.
We slayin', they dope, and they lockin' us up.
You run from a cop on my block, and they bust.
They lose leaders, they stoppin' that much.
Four forty's give them only for poppin' at us.
Shockin' enough, babies get hit.
Game makers actin' all crazy and *.
Tryna show out where that's made me to lick.
Look around when that judge give them eighty to sit.
The ladies are stickin' their breasts in the back.
If you wanna *, come invest in the sack.
Hand in nails, it's a blessing in fact.
Gon' pay for that pussy, no question in that.
Blessin' in fact, you know how it goes.
Material list, he can't sell it, not sold.
For Jordan, and Pele, and Pupu, and Jaboz.
Child of the dead, on this old that he knows.
Come around my crib, where I live.
This site, city.
Come around my crib, where I live.
Come around my crib, where I live.
This site, city.
For me, it ain't right for me.
But yeah, this is where I like to be.
New course, get smoked quick.
Salient short if you hang with a broke flick.
Cause them niggas be hollin' at broke *.
But a bam, I blow up they don't sit.
On a choke writ.
And drank up your drink, you snore if you thinkin' they ain't.
Spendin' your money, put bank in they bank.
Ask for a fin on the day in they gang.
They thinkin' the gang can be jackin' them all.
We got the light, it's a happenin' to y'all.
We ain't gonna hurt if we happen to fall.
Stick up a dick and be back in the mall.
Back in them all.
Knowin' the life.
Choppin' the boat, this is showin' the hype.
Bustin' them things up, we're throwin' the dice.
Payin' up clubs, we goin' to night.
You knowin' the type.
Thuggin' in jeans.
I'll teach you, cause we lovin' the cheese.
Put them on the gas, stuffin' in weed.
Lord, Atlanta means nothin' to me.
So trust and believe, keepin' it real.
Me and my niggas, we deep in the steel.
Beware them niggas who grip in the feel.
Definitely catch you, sleepin' in real.
Come around my crib, where I live.
This is site, city.
For me, it ain't right for me.
But yeah, this is where I like to be.
Come around my crib, where I live.
This is site, city.
For me, it ain't right for me.
But yeah, this is where I like to be.
Nigga, what?
Yeah, this big group.
It's up in this bitch.
I'm in chip ballin'.
My man Toxie's on the beat.
This how we do it in shop.
Y'all come through, y'all gon' see how it go down.
Nigga, we don't play no games up there.
So come on around.
Yeah, it's a site to see.
It's a site to see.
It's a site to see.