Bro, what's poppin'?   It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up   Without no further a due   I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in      Where do we go from here?   Now that all of the children are grown up   And I will respond my time   Knowing nobody gives us a hand      Aye   (Aye)   If y'all niggas don't get ya money right   This time you know what sayin'   I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 'bout 08   (Where we going?)   My bank account gon' have eight digits that is   Let's go   (Let's go)      Nobody gave me nothing   I made 50 of a pack   When I made 100   I ran straight to the block   Bounced back with the work like   (Take it all, you need me)   Yes, sir      Niggas better get wit the program   I'm fast on a track   But I kill a slow jam   Oh man, goddamn   (Take it all, you need me)      YB gang, that's the new thang   Brand new chain is straight from Hussein   Mo shoes, mo cars   (Take it all, you need me)   Mo clothes, mo brain, oh yeah      You done seen a few niggas   Wit a yang like me   Never really had doh and shorty like my   Never rolled around in a drop top V      Like me, like we, YB, that's us   Too fast, too hard   (Take it all, you need me)   Young Buck, catch up, yep      I'ma prime time player   Shorty, don't smoke weed   She a high time hater and   Why date her hand, my paper is   (Take it all, you need me)   Few taller than a skyscraper      Niggas better know how to ride the 101   Big shotgun and I buy another one and another   (And another)   And another   (And another)   (Take it all, you need me)   Keep going, is you wit it?      You ain't got shit to say less you did it   You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it   (But)   Who did it?   (Yep)   I did it   YB, that's the new      Where do we go from here?   Where do we go from here?   (Take it all, you need me)      Where we going from here niggas?   I know where we going   But where you going?   Don't miss the train nigga      Headed straight to the Yung Boss mansion   South side stand up   Location top of the world   West side get up K-Town, Twista get 'em      Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and ya knew one day   A nigga was gon' come along and spit that real shit   Wanna bet, what?   (Take it all, you need me)   That he too much of a thug for you   Wanna be ballers out here to deal with      Make it competition, go sit on the couch for him   If he need work I'ma hand it out for him   If he need a pistol I'ma hand it out for him   (Take it all, you need me)   Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's me      Could spit it just so I could spit it   Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her like I could fuck her   (Take it all, you need me)   Do her like I could do her, get it how you got to get it      Me and my boy came up on tha block   Hustling by the building   Just stacking the money up to the ceiling   Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em   When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung Berg   Where we go after we kill 'em?      'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked   Is the reason we can kick it how we kick   And it's the reason why we pull up on the 30's   (Take it all, you need me)   And the Hummers and we don't give a fuck   If we get a ticket and      Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch?   Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans   And thirty thousand for a Charger   (Take it all, you need me)   Two hundred for all cops on the first look   Got money on the books      And we got the dollars for Impalers   And the Thumpers and the Hummers   And I'm throwing out the other figgas   Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some killas   And we never taking shit from off another nigga      Every time I had mo of to dank   Niggas think I be finish   But I got mo in the tank   I'ma score about 80 on 'em      And go in the paint   (Take it all, you need me)   I'ma take a chunk of ya chip   And then go to the bank so, uh      Where do we go from here?   Where do we go from here?   (Take it all, you need me)      Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing   3 years later Dr Wine got a budget   4 years later now everybody love it   (Take it all, you need me)   God fucking damn      Niggas said June wasn't that hot   JB sitting back and I was gon' flop   Now we on top like dog I told ya   (Take it all, you need me)      M holla what's good miss ride out   Let these motherfuckers   Know what we talk about   Left lane, Yung Boss      Get ya money we 'bout to turn the lights out   We about to take it straight to the white house   Cook crack clean it up then I write down   Everything that I see we I come around   (Take it all, you need me)   Every state every hood that I've been around      84th, just seen to the buggie down   Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down   Niggas know I got love, niggas know I been plugged   (Take it all, you need me)   That's right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town      So where my south side niggas at right now   We gon' all line up in a single file   And give the whole world something they can sing about   (Take it all, you need me)      Rule 1, better live what you speak bout   Rule 2, don't slip when you creep out   Rule 3, grab heat when you leave out   Rule 4, don't rush nigga ease out   (Take it all, you need me)   And Rule 5, fall or die      Cop that shit that the ballers buy   Ride that wip that the ballers drive   Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high   Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone      Where do we go from here?   Where do we go from here?   (Take it all, you need me)      Yea, it's the boss, baby   Look what you made me   Where we going from here?   So you ridin' wit us so good luck   You could be with this or that      Yea, so there you have it   Eat your fucking heart out on this one   Yung Berg, Twista, ugh