[ Slimm Calhoun ]  Y'all playin with this game  And it's a damn shame  Yeah    [ Slimm Calhoun ]  This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it  If your heart ain't in it, caught up in this world spinnin  Before you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenished  Niggaz is all washed up without a swallow in they cup  Cause everytime a chicken cluck, you trickin a buck  You pressed your luck and got stuck, fuckin up the re-up  That's the ones with big talk and no game  Spendin chips but no change  All the dope and no caine  War stories but no pain  The same ones that pop lip then flag ship  Then gotta hip skip before real niggaz pop clips  You better hop hip    [ CHORUS ]  (Well, well, well, well  Well, well, well, well)    [ KM ] Niggaz slum and slimmed out  [ SC ] Chevy's is primed out  [ KM ] Hit traps and grind out  [ SC ] What's poppin, let's find out    (Well, well, well, well  Well, well, well, well)    [ KM ] College Park   [ SC ] to Adamsville  [ KM ] Calhoun   [ SC ] and Killa Kill  [ KM ] Got 'dro and plenty pills  [ SC ] Cuttin blows, hoes and dip    (Well, well, well, well  Well, well, well, well)    [ Killer Mike ]  In God I trust and in the crowds I bust  Smokin weed to calm down, I'm so blown off dust  It's harder to feel pain when my brains is mush  I know it's fucked up how fathers turn they back on us  And our sick sad mamas smoking crack on up  Slime-ass po-po right in the back of us  Connected muthafuckas got better crack than us  But rich muthafuckas ain't gon' mash like us  Hear sirens coming and continue to bust    [ Slimm Calhoun ]  Lustful ways, livin in these mistrustful days  Who said crime don't pay, niggaz out here cockin k's  Don't drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic waste  One pine box, one case, I'll block yo place    [ Killer Mike ]  I beat niggaz senseless for Jordans and sixty dollars  Pinned hoes' toes to the earlobes and collars  In the back of a Impala, all to deliver pain  Twist her frame and hear her holler  So savage that it's gettin harder  For me to see redemption in tomorrow  So far from God that I'm finding righteous paths hard to follow  I'm gulping vodka, I'm killin sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottle  So depressed and sick and  Slimm young and gifted  I'm just sick and twisted    [ CHORUS ]    [ Slimm Calhoun ]  Corner-clockin, in the backroom work-choppin  From Biscayne to Boat rockin, one-stop shoppin  Guarded by glock and cash, ain't no stoppin  They party pill-droppin till all the drawers droppin  'dro-ed up, my niggaz stay poured up, sho nuff  Hold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up?  We got that heat, so you better drop that beef  Before they pop and sweep your whole block in one heap  Stay at the gun show in a Range cockin new thangs  Like we out west, playa, down to whoo-bang  Come on!    [ CHORUS ]