look look look look you can catch me in the middle of atlanta nigga in the cracks and the crevices of the ghetto nigga gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga still chillin with my ho heard a bitch holla it s a nigga with a chrome double barrel so i coming at me wanna kill me i can tell how he but i already had my thing cocked before i see i had the same face of the nigga and i like a nigga keep your throat to a fine ho thing that s a reefa one slip then my 9 went bang got rough on buddy who wanna test my game can t you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze gon trap til the morn one heat one game boyz n da hood just stepped in black tee black hat with the black timbs we ain t talkin to you niggas shit you ain t gotta but i put it on them dubs your ho gonna well what up for yah it s your boy breeze again breezin in with one of yall breeze again and i know jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro why not sip see and gin reason bein since birth man things have seemed a little different i m still pimpin deep with in but now that i m grown it s on so i m a go on and spit it and if i wanted your ho i could have her gone in minutes i pull up in the chevy looking real suficient with a bottle of hennessey and a blunt of that sticky hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy i got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties nigga young and old freak nasty with it gold teeth gonna shine so nuff and you can turn your head but your broad gonna look hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch whole team ballin harder than a ruckus trick sucka tryin to get live got his gut split got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick that s why we rollin deep and ready with a beef taker a dime piece with me all you better do is get your head open wide like a pocket book you know you shook you ain t gotta hide your face bitch yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers cover more than greyhound every hustling backwards stay in the pocket getting sticked but i m breakin them tackles disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle i ve been getting it in for years and real niggas know that back when dominique brooklyn jersey wasn t the throw back take it from me i m a hunt your ass down like a lojack catch your ass while you sleep blow your ass like a dro sack  step up in the club with just a swing in my chain it s deez boyz snow man is the name posted up poppin cris like you do them beers got bread stashed i ain t seen in a couple of years when i ball i see a gangsta they don t look they stare symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair and i m straight from the hood that s where i come from still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones look look look look 