Drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box      Yo, I hit the party in my T-shirt and tennis shoes   They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and church suits   Actin' tough in the club, ain't gon' get you home   Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you domed      Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga happy   This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy   Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't like me   This ain't the South boy, we ain't crunk we go hyphy      You gotta know the rules, player let it go   You get to trippin' my nigga, you gotta hit the do'   Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan   Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend      This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray   I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the Escalade   You got a problem, we ain't fightin' like a man   One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga      Drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box      Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun   Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun      Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me   Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill spirits   Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses   One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right crosses      Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush   Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they lead bust   I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken   Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever win      Them was my O.G.'s and I was just a B.G.   Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible]   But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with they tommy   But caught without they tommy, get rushed like salami      'Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s   We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets   Now, cowards wanna pack and killers wanna cruise and   Real niggaz stand alone, mayne and do what we do      I wanna bust you but homey, let me ask you   Why you wanna play with that gun and make me blast you   Moms all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you   [Incomprehensible] better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga      Drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box      Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun   Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun      Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get cavi   Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby, daddy   She got the coat on, he bought you for yo' birthday   You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way      Team on preem' like he hangin' out with 'Pac brother   And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the boxcutter   And it was cool 'til this chick really got to trippin'   Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin'      Zoked out like fat boy, you can't breathe   Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave   Bring her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low   She gon' really know, mob her on the danceflo'      Drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box      Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun   Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun      Yeah, I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz   That came to Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones, mayne and y'all got it, mayne   Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga, it was real big   They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga      To them three young Sunnydale niggaz   Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne   And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga   Stripes for that      Drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box   Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box      Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun   Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun   Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun