[Chorus: Nigga it don't stop, so on flippin your Glock it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you or not how it go on the block Keep your eyes because the police they plot let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the
I'm a asshole, every day all day E.B.K. 24 hours these Houston streets made me this way I spit it like I live it homie and the way I live is Fuck Officer Thornton and Precinct 5 for playin games with us Mad cause we in a big house, driveway look a car lot Since we young and black enough to make them President bitches fall out But I got the from J. Prince bitch and I'm still learnin Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still On top of 22 of chrome and they still turnin Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae his thang too Fuck with us be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you Here's a couple of bitch niggaz that would to see me dead And they can't stand the fact Joseph McVey is backed up by bread
(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my hood My nigga and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' 'em do it Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I got extra to do it Look I used to reap a lot of now I'm startin to sew some Remember when I was dirt broke and love nobody none the reason I ain't smilin when you see me in person I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you be smokin Ain't smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' head open I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the house Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers my glass mouth Hit my licks and get off the 'fore they get me I cash out Be somewhere down in water, off with a big mustache mouth Barefooted on the beach bitch, me and my fam Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth this heat in my hand
Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I gon' do it no mo' do' So up bitches you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe Faster than the flash of a photo beat and hit that And if any lil' momma start to get posessive I'll that Not a or nothin like that, but I like to beat it up by 'dro and bumpin some rap Lil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in back But if you upset a bitch I yo I'm dumpin the gat A couple of 7 point 2-6's right up under ya Hit everybody that was and put 'em under the map I run the streets like Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 but I had to come back And at my arrival there was some bitch niggaz some yakkity yak That hoe-ass DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack Y'all niggaz'll never be or the Screwed Up Click So when you see me holla at me lace ya up bitch It's Screwed Up 4 Life