[Chris Ward] You better learn, what you can learn Get your hustle on, nigga earn what you can earn I don't give a fuck, nigga that's my concern I got
hating on Thug, or what Thug do Cause Thug would be a fool, if Thug don't stay tru to my boo [Hook] [Chris Ward] Even though it ain't Hova, breathe
on a track, is like riding a whale You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and Come to H-Town, ask bout me Bet they tell you, ain't a damn thang
if you play with me, I'll leave you and your crew stretched out on stretchers nigga See you, ain't gotta like my kind Matter of fact, you ain't gotta
Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler Brain is a thang and she love to be my tutor She loving my calone (huh) recognize the odor Must of smell money
ain't heard about, them niggaz in that Dirty 3rd Coast, we got that yay by the boat It's in Mexico, ain't in Florida no mo' Ain't in California, cause
Chris Wizzard Get it Chris Wizzard, I go hard in the paint Po' up and lean, go hard off of paint You can't and you ain't, gon stop me mayn Been wrecking
I cock a five pound glock that can move your curb Ain't no nigga, like a Mob Style nigga Cause a Mob Style nigga, don't quit Ain't no bitch, like a Mob
End in the house uh Mobstyle, know the radio ain't gon like this one here [Hook x2] Heeey (heeey), (move to the flo') If you ain't getting gangsta with
deal, till I noticed it ain't pay the bills I do my thang around you satin, cut up cocaine around you Couldn't even keep no slang around you, no mo' letting
ain't shit sweet, bout the Southside killas Untamed guerillas, executing for the scrilla Thugs and drug dealers, we get it how we live We gather our sives, and ain't
a man you a boy My paper grown, how you fold that How the fuck you hating, and you ain't gold yet How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum Nigga
with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugs We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged It ain't no love
Mac, Melphenine, and that Calliope, Ever disrespect that, and I guess I gotta do ya bro, Oh, you ain't know the three done came together? Ain't no leavin
you don't know? Now you know nigga.. [Talking] we all had hard times But Slim look at us now baby we Havin Thangs mayne Everybody ain't able to have
(feat. Big Pokey, Chris Ward) [Chris Ward:] We normally don't make club songs but tonite we came to make ya'll uhhh..... [Chorus x2] Body rock playa
[Z-Ro] Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitch You ain't never been real, but
majulia Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler Brain is a thang and she love to be my tutor She loving my calone (huh) recognize the odor Must of smell