I´ma let you hear that other one after I do this
I´ma let you hear the one you know the 6´s and all old shit all that we don´t fuck around shit
I like this shit man

Coke and rock and choppin´ off ´em, private goin´ on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I´m clockin´ cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbin´ paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can´t take no break, they keep callin´ my cellular
This the game and we know this life we gon´ be alright
Ain´t no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper

At the Paul Inn with the Tech 9, no bandana, no gloves on

Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain´t makin´ no love song
This bullshit you sold me got Inisotol no soda on it
I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin´ homie
Red Camaro, white rally stripes, gon´ probably be on TV
Move wrong while the tool on, I´ll put your ass on Street Beat
Repeat, you see me, I´m a repeat offender
Park the whip, lay under houses, hear you moving round with the stethoscope
Arrested for a little vestiges to teach these pussy niggas ´bout stretchin´ coke
Bend the bend with the machine gun, like, "Say hello to my little friend"
Chick I met at Texaco, down here for school, not visitin´

Say it´s about to get interesting, bitch say she from Michigan

Coke and rock and choppin´ off ´em, private goin´ on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I´m clockin´ cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbin´ paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can´t take no break, they keep callin´ my cellular
This the game and we know this life we gon´ be alright
Ain´t no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper

Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield
Extended clip, on the nine milli, a lot of hollow tips, no refill
Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the winter time no heat here
I sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beer
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life
Grind time it´s goin´ vrroommm
I listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mine
Color all in the wrong lines, to the dope game I got strong ties
I´ve sold cocaine, this all the time
Favorite old song, entitled "White Lines"

Watch rich people snort white lines, with white wine at dinner parties
I been retarded, I leave a party
People start to leavin´ like we the party
Thuggin´ on, don´t mention it
Pockets full of Benjamins

Coke and rock and choppin´ off ´em, private goin´ on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I´m clockin´ cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbin´ paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can´t take no break, they keep callin´ my cellular

This the game and we know this life we gon´ be alright
Ain´t no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper