[intro - gangsta boo]   Yo, yo... what the fuck's goin' on   With all you undercover-ass playa haters   All motha-fuckin' snitch   My nigga t. rock shit   What the fuck y'all tryin' to do?    Y'all tryin' to hold us down or somethin'?    Ya know what I'm sayin', you niggas can't do that   'cause we 'bout it baby   Ya know what I'm sayin', it's all good   We can see you, but you can't see us nigga   Me and the rockafella, t rock baby   Atl, memphis, the whole motha-fuckin' south   And you know that nigga      [t. rock]   Can I begin the story of a nigga   Tryin' to make a million for eternity   In the city of atlanta   Reapin', wreck an angel from a grandma   But it ain't no way for me to make green   'til my nigga t-low introduced me   To mac and the kaze   Then no one could stop me   All that juice to her, I swear ?    ? prophet p and recruited me   Nigga I turned to prophet posse   Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide   Spittin' fury out my range and ride   Burnin' rappers like bacon fried   Won't you tell me who'll stop a playa 50 rollin' nationwide   Provin' high niggas that you anxious   Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps   Watch us from gauges, we snatchin' your soul   And vote it heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it   And you's a nigga tryna spread a story   'bout some shit that didn't happen in my lifetime   All you fakers and phonies are on the edge   Like a superstar man walkin' tightlines   Ever want a nigga on the white grind   Nationwide niggas on the rise   Sportin' a disguise, creep up on ya   And it don't matter what ? ?    Triple 6 kill like clan and t. rock   Rockafella stretch a million other papers   Won't you realize   A nigga finally came up in the game   All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss   Act like I don't know, you got to deal it straight   Now you burnin' niggas down to a crisp   And I don't risk 'cause I'm t. r-o-c-k   Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways   Runnin' hoochies with gold in their mouths   And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way      [t. rock]   1 - nigga yeah know   Nigga, yeah know   We rollin' clean rides   And we blowin' hella dope, nigga      Repeat 1      [gangsta boo]   Do a motha-fuckin' s.o.s.   Step on sight, what the fuck you gonna do when you bleed?    I'll be comin' with the prophet posse   Know that gangsta boo   I'm 'bout the baddest bitch that you ever seen   How many times you wanna hold me down   But like that named puffy, bitch, I would not go   All the other stupid shit that you be kickin'   When I'm pimpin', when you slip, run into my front door   I be rollin' with them niggas that's out the projects   You wanna bet   ? w-l? dub your whole motha-fuckin' chest   Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me   It's money over bitches, yeah   I'm the type of bitch that be kickin' shit   The type of bitch that be takin' other bitches' dick   The type of bitch that be all about a paper chip   The type of bitch that ride with the triple 6      [t. rock]   Miss steady and the rockafella crew can load clips   With lyrical ? ? ? ? the whole slip   Gangsta boo got ? ? ? ? ? take and slap a trick down to the floor   And give her swole lips      [gangsta boo]   It's all good, I think I got her to a 5   Got you finally realizin' you be hypnotized   Me and my nigga t. rock ? ? ?    We smoked out straight to atlanta, live      Repeat 1 to fade