Geah   Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em...   Half ounce one time stick 'em   Geah   You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon   Y'all remember that old school shit, geah   Get 'em   C'mon      Your block is mine bitch back up   We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)   We've been   Gettin in where we fit in since the old days   L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays   Gun place, crime place, one time swoop   Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe   Giving head like a chicken plucked   Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking   From selling my   Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps   Got a   Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd   As the bullets hit with no names   Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot   Flies like an eagle   Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin regal   Tinted windows   Tyres spin fast up out yo' set   Next week right back to see who we can get   You want yo' chin checked (ping)   Fools just gimme a car   We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall   The way I'm livin don't give no hail low   One times I stay low   Want pay no compton, no play no   Hit the round when we start blastin   Out the back door   Before they send the ? ? ? ? in (get up)   We niggas fo' hire   Bustin (boom)   We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em      Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em...   Half ounce one time stick 'em   Geah      Bails around twelve o'clock   Roam my block with the glock   Keeps the world nicely stash   From neighbourhood watch   Walks the rocks   Dope fiends makes my pay   Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way   24 is the delivery   And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me   Killas been with me   Two top tree (geah)   Cars deep from the streets a diploma   Endo aroma   In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body   Mentality's too sick when we leave the party   Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire   Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it   In my life time I find a fuckin need   To be paper down red bones chronic weed   With speed   A nigga commits to - cluck his dope   One time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho'   Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird   As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve   Niggas need to listen: pay attention   For the money on a mission   Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah      (chorus)      Feds gettin closer   I'm peepin   My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up)   While I'm sleeping   They creepin   No worry, grabs the stash and ? ? ? ? ?    No assistance pick up excepts the cash   Baby keep yo' head down low   Tear gas through the window, hits the floor   Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the s-k clan   You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my hand   Tear gas make a nigga weaker   Feds talkin much shit on the loud speaker   To the lexus jeep   I heard this: she put to keep up   Told my baby duck down cause I'm about to sweep up   Whole lotta niggas in my damn way   Guarantee to keep spittin   This is payback day   Makes my pay   Fast getaway (geah)   Niggas fo' hire   Bust back we return the fire (get 'em)      Half ounce one time   Stick 'em   Eihthype one time   Geah   Stick 'em