We ain't got no money, so this here won't get a crack, I'll bust some dopeMother***in' police ain't gon' give a ***Niggas robbin', niggas in the ghetto, armed robbersI got twin blocks like Tamira and TiaNiggas like to step, tryna flex, and you get eggs just like meDroppin' a gangster like T, a murderer like CWhen you see me bow down, address me a master like PNow niggas stackin' off in the bushes, trees, tryna get me some G'sGet a dope to the hookahs, it's time for you to punch outI'm chuggin' up in your time card, why you do what you do?Because time's hard, it's like hip, nigga hop, nigga clips to the clockI hit your block and watch this *** every nightBitches be like, aw, off of some dumb ***I run this nigga, T-R-U's my clique, when I come thick, I come swiftA gang of niggas that be down to grind when you're sickNiggas be trippin', cock the tank back and we ride with your bitchBest believe I clock G's, nigga no doubtsI time the blast, I smash, I'm up in your houseCause I'm a hustler, I'm a killerWho gives a *** if I murder another ghetto nigga?Cause I'm a hustler, cause I'm a killerWho gives a *** if I murder another ghetto nigga?Say hit, but I'll be back up off the back dropMe and P-Count with G's, choppin' up keys up in the crack houseThe baddest two brothers is Billy and JesseHe would you blast? Hell yeah, said would you blast?It's a nigga so much as a testHit him with all between the scenes, dump the bitch like I keep my dreamsI'ma hit that nigga with 21, *** it, I'ma hit him with 17I got that K with the B, *** it, I'm goin' and get the creamAin't no wrestlin', but watch these two young niggas, they tag-teamedBe like, one for the money, I be like, two for the doughBe like, three for my cash, nigga, *** it, lay your ass on the floor187, that IPL's cash, niggas get dill, nigga, huckaHow you gon' *** with niggas, we real blackA ghetto robbery, and that's how we rhymeOn the Robin street from down south, all the way to the west sideCause I'm a hustler, I'm a killerWho gives a *** if I murder another ghetto nigga?Cause I'm a hustler, cause I'm a killerWho gives a *** if I murder another ghetto nigga?One, two, three, it's your birthdayAin't no love on this mother***in' first of the month, it's your birthdaySee, I be jackin', my niggas still be packin'I be puttin' niggas in body bags, bitchI ain't actin', there's no substitute on this ***This is the real ***, I *** what you heardCause, nigga, I'm ready to kill that bitchYou got my cash, givin' em' grass, lovin' you hoes, kissin' my assIt's 1990s, pull up, bitches in the body bagIt's time to spray ya, spray ya like CalgonAin't no love, murder mother***ers, this ain't no funnyPhone down south, they jackin', robbin', they packin'Puttin' niggas in mother***in' trunks in the car, who's jackin'?Want to take a ride, ride round the block, time to goAin't no love where I'm from, niggas killin' for that white snowAnd yo bitch, I don't love no hoe, don't trust no bitchShe got Master P on her ass and she ***Y'all guys mad cause I'm famousIt's time to ride, time to rideAin't no love on this south sideCause I'm a hustler, I'm a killerWho gives a *** if we murder some ***in' drug dealers?Cause we hustlers, and we killersWho gives a *** if we kill our own ***in' niggas?And we hustlers, and we killersWho gives a *** if we distinct our own niggas?Y'all niggas better wake up, and smell a mother***in' coffinI'm not tryna preach to y'all niggas, but I'm tellin' y'all niggasWatch your ass, and trust nobodyCause in the ghetto, everybody live like John GottiNigga comin' up shizzleTechnize to your mother***in' hizzleNigga livin' eye for eyeYou *** me, we gotta *** youAnd like my nigga Silk say, it's time to rideI ain't got no money, I just might pull a jackBut that's what I might doI'm not tellin' you to do that nigga, do what you gotta doCause we body, we ride itBut who gives a *** if we kill each other nigga?Y'all think about it*