Young Don nigga, fat rat nigga, we in the building, S-U-C, underground all-stars, feel it, ah
We some hustlers, ballers, money-makin' thugs, underground all-stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses, gangsters, money-makin' G's, cone-nose, doin' shows from our new CDs
Throw your block up high, get your set in the sky, get your throw, get your drink, X-peels and fry
We some hustlers, ballers, gangsters, bosses, hood-rich nigga with no time for losses
I've been gone for a minute, so boys wanna do me, I'm cold with this *, bouncin' back like Juvie
Feel me, kill me, I'll make you a choice, I'll tuck your tail like a bitch when you hear my voice
Brain pain, no change on my new CD, and I'm raw as ten lines out the Scorpion key
S-U-C to the finish, niggas clean the way, in the booth spittin' truth, better ask some J
Got nigga did Mike D, and I'm done
Lil' Key, Hershel Wood, and the Three, Lab Tech, CMG, Braveswood, New Chrome, own brand new cars
It's the Southside, underground all-stars
We some hustlers, ballers, money-makin' thugs, underground all-stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses, gangsters, money-makin' G's, cone-nose, doin' shows from our new CDs
Cause we hustlers, ballers, money-makin' thugs, underground all-stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses, gangsters, money-makin' G's, cone-nose, doin' shows from our new CDs
I sold CDs out the back of my truck, so I can knock off the truck that start with the range
And when I stopped movin' crack, and I started to rap, and I made me some stacks, I ain't changed
You must respect my hustle, you must respect my grind, you must respect my hard work, I got the right to shine
Remember well in my cell, I had to fight the time, but I swore when I got out, I'd have twice the grind
And be ten times the man, this wire on my wrist is ten times the grand
I got the glow of a god, you can't outshine me, man
Dare Lord watch over me, niggas hatin' on me, I'm about to bomb on, don't be with me, I'm in
See I will prevail, not a millionaire yet, but I'm givin' them hell
Real life thug *, man, I'm livin' it well, and if you real like I'm real, then you feel me like Braille
Cause we some hustlers, ballers, money-makin' thugs, underground all-stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses, gangsters, money-makin' G's, cone-nose, doin' shows from our new CDs
Cause we hustlers, ballers, money-makin' thugs, underground all-stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses, gangsters, money-makin' G's, cone-nose, doin' shows from our new CDs
Ain't too many gon' hop out and do the game like me
I got the heart of a lion, hustle game from the three, I'm with the Don Kiki
The O and D and D and plus gorillas from the Southwest
With C's on they fuckin' chests
You get it right, get it straight, baby, we hold the weight
Used to be the cocaine, now it's the drink state
And you know who hold the keys to the city, it's me and it might be
A young Carl Smith
Hey, y'all tired of these overrated rappers
Ain't seen the streets a day in they life, just modern-day actors
Watch niggas like me and put my life in they lines
And niggas in the hood don't even know your kind
I'm a hustler, gangster, money-makin' thugs
With niggas from the hood that'll get at you, cuz
With some hustlers, ballers, money-makin' thugs
Underground all-stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses, gangsters, money-makin' G's, cone-nose, doin' shows from our new CDs
Cause we hustlers, ballers, money-makin' thugs
Underground all-stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses, gangsters, money-makin' G's, cone-nose, doin' shows from our new CDs