Girls slide down the pole, niggas trick for hoes We sell tons of dope, I ain't never broke Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar I dips to clubs
hood, in the streets I grew Seen it all, it ain't too much I ain't done yet Let my nuts hang, nigga I ain't scared of shit Seen death in my eyes, musta
it for the OGs and the true MCs Them bustas say this year I got brand new and it's all phat But the fightin' in the club, I'm done with all that Nigga
the O.G.s and the true MCs Them bustas say this year I got brand new and it's all phat But the fightin' in the club, I'm done with all that Nigga, his
to ashes till death do us And y'all weak to us If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst It's a must we burst ours first Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death
somebody Y'all get down we gonna clash probably Peel snowflake out of the abercrombie I'm tryin' to rip Britney so I made Jive sign me Nigga catch me in tha club
got a hold on the circle Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a virtue Beat you like ya parents when you breaking your curfew (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death
in my face you knowin' me so horny, come on How I love you You all I got, you all I want, you all I need How I love you From day one to my death bed
your poor piss on 'em That's what the statue of bigotry says All you poor huddled masses Why don't you just go club 'em to death? Get it over with Dump
moguls, Buffet around here y'all boys scrape the plates, And we don't eat up in our whispa they got paper plates, Soon as we leave the club damn let the
t found that power plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower Cowards, know the toys bust loco While they tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club
on and let in the sun What the fuck I've done? My Mama's only son I went from slangin' and bangin' to yellin' number one I love my fans to death, until
for gettin cash with the blow I got from castro [ chorus ] You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they
it tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you Move, ring the alarm The club
all ya might If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like If you jump off in the club it's a jump off in the club She can tow up just get toed
hoe Put your hands up trick I'm from a small town called 'Woop a niggas ass' And I mean, well, woop a nigga ass I mean, well, beat a bitch to death
school I came in the door as the story goes Looked around the room all I seen was hoes It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go shoppin' Packed like sardines, clubs
to death Punk police tryna hide behind your badge Always tryin' arrest somebody All we gotta do is beat him with the Billy club Here I come, I comin