Hook: 8x      My niggas (get 'em up)   My bitches (get 'em up)      Verse 1: lil' pete      It's pete baby   You best of recognize   Grab my gold teeth baby   One of the good guys   Say she's a freak baby   Tell me what's up then   U wanna freak   I wanna freak   Then we can freak then   Living this life of sin   Drinking bout everyday   Smoking bout everyday, in that gray escalade   I hit my nigga dre'   Dre' what's the word dawg   I got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawg   Help me burn down dis log   This dro' to much for me   It's getting hard to see   But they can't stop a g'   Living delicately   And I'm going put 'em up 2x   And I'm going keep 'em up      Hook: 8x      My niggas (get 'em up)   My bitches (get 'em up)      Verse 2: s.m.k.      Sometimes I feel like I'm going die   That's why I keep a tone   Cause ain't no telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrong   Some nigga ackin like he bad   Now he long gone   I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home   Cause I just got out the institution cause I'm crazy jone   And a nigga think I'm bullshitting with them masses on   Come on, come on everybody come on   Nigga we ready   So whatever you wanna get on   Breaking niggas off the top what I spit on   Fucking niggas up with the shit they better get on   Boy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get gone   I'ma get to bucking with my muthafucking tone   Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone   ? ? ? ? with the acapella tone   From memphis to atlanta getting bust in domes   Stick with the niggas in bulletproof it's on   Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock   Another muthafucker test me I think not      Hook: 8x      My niggas (get 'em up)   My bitches (get 'em up)      Verse 3:      See I ride with the chrome   Out of town finna clown   Keep ya phone on wrong   Sideways in the whip   Every time when I dip through the hood it's on   Everything after making the green   I kind of hate when ya hate mine   Irritated when ya waited for the online   Never hard to find   When we all gone shine 2x   Get ya cheese on   My niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for that   But you better stay strapped with the gat   Everytime when the hugger make contact   Real niggas got push 'em all back   In the mist of dust   Like my guns when we come   This ain't no test execution my son   Nightmares after twelve   They catching hell   Millionaires   So we don't care   Cause all my niggas posting bail, uh   Sometimes I feel like a nut   Sometimes I don't   Thinking that I won't get 'em left on the scene   Like no what I mean   Nigga no what I mean      Hook: 8x      My niggas (get 'em up)   My bitches (get 'em up)