4x verse 1 my niggas bang my niggas brawl my niggas slang my niggas ball my niggas ain t trippin they play they position and handle the mission whenever i call my dogs runnin from laws pimpin money from broads you show me a bitch and i show her this pimpin i bet you i get in them draws oh nah gibbs don t play with them hoes he be breakin them hoes hit the strip and catch a date for them hoes bout my paper neighbor i expect my cake from them hoes and if you pay it like you weigh it you can skate with them hoes yup my niggas don t keep em or cuff em end of discussion niggas out here bluffin mother had em mother love em motherfuck em cause even they mothers won t be able to identify em had to fry em hit them with that iron my niggas don t talk my niggas don t bitch my niggas don t snitch niggas is hungry fiend for chips my niggas ll flip and run in your shit my niggas got ks my niggas got macs my niggas got tecs my niggas equipped man my niggas down to leave your body stiff for the chips this for my niggas 2x verse 2 fuck them fake niggas they don t know what loyal is dropped out of school and started fights with the spoiled kids thought i was broke til i discovered what a brick was 850 thousand got me big love tricked some became a legend in them strip clubs but i was bigger in the streets from fuckin with them thugs a hood rat s dream a ghetto nigga s idol we the champions in the streets man we hold the title made more money off the block than preachers with them bibles don t be steppin out of line that gets suicidal i got a lot of killers we got a lot of guns no respect for shit murder anyone 4x verse 3 hayes the heroin man gibbs slang them the weed you got what they want i got what they need these niggas bleed for the yola from gary to minnesota hold the toaster til i m rolling in rovers and testarossas and bentleys without the top what you got no patience and an army of hundred niggas thats outside waiting for a nigga to front that ll get him christmas treed lit up real good in front his whole family man this ain t no fuckin game you don t wanna see me with that thang ducked off in a cud box with an sk and a glock don t test my aim don t test my crew keep more protection than an aids clinic trunk big enough to fit you ten bricks and a gauge in it yeah hundred round drum in my and niggas ll if they get out of line pull out the llama you dead where you layin and bullets will spray if you fuckin with mine nigga i love my block they make that hood paper stack for me my mother proud of me still think its rap money 4x