My chick, my chick, it's your boy Lyrical, back up in the studio, still standing part two. Now this one right here is going out to all you mother***ers that doubted me since day one. Yeah. Mother***ers, don't sit back, shut the *** up and let me drop this *** for you bitches. Uh. Back around, back around, yeah you know who it is, it's the thug of all thugs, with your lady on my dick. It's my second time arresting, what you think about that? Homie swinging out the gates, laying bushes on the back, I thought I told you *** before that I ain't playing around, still standing part two, homie how you like me now? This time a little different cause I'm riding alone, some homies still around, but others are gone. It's all good though, cause I ain't tripping on that, I keep on handling my ***, I keep on making my cash. I keep on dropping them hits, let all the gangsters love to bum, the kinds I'm meant to get into but homie *** your strap and don't. Cause I'm bringing the real, that's the only *** I know, this jam is for the gangsters that are down with Lyrical, from the east to the west, everybody show respect, couple haters in the cloud, but to me they ain't ***. That's the way it's always been, they ain't never gonna stop, and I'll *** you too, all you haters talk. Still standing homie, that's the way it's going down, Lyrical's back up in it with another gangster sound. *** it up, on the mic and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket representing my clique. Still standing homie, that's the way it's going down, Lyrical's back up in it with another gangster sound. *** it up, on the mic and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket representing my clique. Nowadays it's the trip, everybody wants to rap. Little homies want some fame, so they *** me on the track. What the *** is up with that? You better check your spec, when it comes down to it, I'll have you running scared. Those fools you only with, man they ain't about ***. I can prove it to you nigga, so shut your lip. I remember that time, when we crept up on your ass, you were scared like a bitch, and you almost *** your pants. I called you out one of week, and you didn't want ***. I said *** your neighborhood, and kept on walking bitch. I roam around your neighborhood homie, when you least expect it in a black Chevy. And a gang of homies in it, so when you see it on your block, yeah you better run and hide. I got my dogs fully strapped in, when we down to rise and go and hit it. Talking *** homie, I can care less, I got your name on my list, and you're going down next. Steals candy and homie, that's the way it's going down. Lyric goes back up in it with another gangsta sound. *** it up on the mic, and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket representing my clique. Steals candy and homie, that's the way it's going down. Lyric goes back up in it with another gangsta sound. *** it up on the mic, and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket representing my clique. Before I drop the mic, I gotta say it one more time. Steals candy mother***er, go ahead and keep on trying. I'm never gonna fall, like I said it before, you shot a couple times bitch, but I'm still on my toes. Gonna take more than one bullet to take me off the game. You can blast me, you can shake me, and I'll still remain the same. Lyric goes mother***er, got it tatted on my chest. Keep on talking little bitch, and I'll put your ass to rest. Slice, lick, and wake you, that's the way that I be doing. I'm the best, I'm the ***, and I'm here to ***ing prove it. On the streets or on the mic, I'm known to rock the show. Where the sick ass mother***ers from the Southern child of ***. So what that, I'll let you go. Just you remember what I said. Trust no one but yourself, and keep a gangsta till the end. Steals candy, and homie, that's the way it's going down. Lyric goes back up in it with another gangsta sound. *** it off on the mic, and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket, representing my clique. Steals candy, and homie, that's the way it's going down. Lyric goes back up in it with another gangsta sound. *** it off on the mic, and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket, representing my clique. Steals candy, and homie, that's the way it's going down. Lyric goes back up in it with another gangsta sound. *** it off on the mic, and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket, representing my clique. Steals candy, and homie, that's the way it's going down. Lyric goes back up in it with another gangsta sound. *** it off on the mic, and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket, representing my clique. *** it off on the mic, and just tell it like it is, blue bag in my pocket, representing