Uhh-Ohh

Master of Ceremonies in the building

Aiyyo Poobz, roll a whole zip up

Yo Louch get like four bottles of Courvoisier

Tell the soldiers bring like a hundred guns

D-Block, forever, BITCH! Ha ha ha ha ha

Say you gettin money but you not like me

I heard your lil' raps but you're not S.P.

Close your fuckin mouth when you next to a G

The Glock 500 but these bullets come free

The money make the world go 'round, plus vertical

From no car to a luxury convertible

Niggaz that had love, now wanna murder you

I be spazzin, blitzin like All Madden

Me and this pretty honey sharin the orgasm

I'm on the 'gnac and shorty on the merlot

Fur coat, to the homey on the furlough

Drivin to Myrtle Beach, slower than a turtle

65 there then, 65 back

You can get a million dollars off of 65 stacks

We neither here - we neither there

but if the car smell like smoke then niggaz'll freeze the air

Spray the ozium, still break bread

with niggaz that move opium and still racketeer

Huntin for money so run like a pack of deer

If you ain't hand me clear that's why I'm clappin at'cha ear

Three guns on the set - which one you wanna hear?

Got that paper on deck - throw that money in the air

When I pull up in the front - all these niggaz do is stare

I'm a dream to these women - but these niggaz nightmare (Uh-ohh!)

(You say you gettin money but you not like me)

(I heard your lil' raps but you not S.P.)

(So close your fuckin mouth when you next to a G)

(Glock 500 but these bullets come free) (Uh-ohh!)

The hardest out just got cockier (ha ha!)

Tell these rap niggaz 'round they lil' posse up

The cars got bigger, and the jewels got rockier

But the Ghost move just like the mafia

You wanna know what I'm talkin 'bout?

Knockin I ain't home then go to my other house (get it?)

My moms ain't home then go to her other house

Real 'til I go to my father and lil' brother's house

That's up in heaven nigga

God forgive me for robberies, never was a beggin nigga

Put thirty holes in you fuckin with a 7 nigga

You work for anybody that rap - whatever nigga!

And I mean it, with no clique or no crew

Bring the steam to you like the cleaners

And I press you, and let you air dry

And it's a wrap my nigga, that's your air time

I live to see my young son turn into my older son

Smokin weed, countin money with a loaded gun

Never thought the platinum era's better than the golden one

(NEVER) These niggaz gon' see when the soliders come

Titanium raps, lyrically lap niggaz

To tell the truth, none of us is on the same track

You just came to the park, I'm runnin cross country

like the Africans the ones that don't be stoppin when it's dark

I'm just tryin to break the strip, you just tryin to clear the park

You the arms, I'm the brain and the soul and the heart

These them over your head bars

Live nigga killin you dead broads