See nigga we thugged out for a reason   Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look nigga   Or they like to be on these streets nigga   Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from   Ca$hville, gangsters nigga      [Verse One]   I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employees   And see how much juice was left cause niggaz came for me   Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movings   Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies   Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi   To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin   Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper   See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper   The job is done when you get 911's   Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone   My attitude can quickly change potnah   Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottles   No role models to look up to when you ghetto raised   Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different ways   Trade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's   Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two days      ["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]      [Verse Two]   How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would plan   His operation led to destination under sand   Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel   Shake up and break up what was organized for years   Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L   Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail   Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell   Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trail   Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tell   who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells   When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills   Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin real   Somebody lackin they skills and they street smart   Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life dark   It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it far   One thug, one grudge and it's life behind bars      ["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]      [Verse Three]   I stand all man nigga, though a child in age   I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paid   Niggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and shine   then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?   I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me be   T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak   I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with Buck   Load your artillery, prepare to put your guns up   You think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would   Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black hood   Still the same frustration that stay beatin my chest   If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test   A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for   And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore   So I load up the 4, if you want it then let it be   All these fake niggaz tryin to be just like me      ["Infrared on all straps" sample repeats]