[ CHORUS 2X ]  To all the hustlers that be movin the sacks  To all the gangstas (let me hear you bust your gats)  Let me hear you bust your gats  (This is for my niggas choppin it up in the traps)    [ VERSE 1: Pauly Calhoun ]  Close the blinds, grab the scales and check the weight  Man, we dope like duct tape, cocaine straight  We ain't scared to ride dirty, we got product to sell  And we known to take chances, put you under the jail  See, my cousin taught cats how to run traps  And was the first to set em off with them ready sacks  So we gon' keep collectin loot from the hot spots  So I can cop my pops a masterpiece Rolex watch    [ VERSE 2: Big Cuz Calhoun a/k/a K.B. ]  Uh, Big Cuz gon' keep it real as I can  I never killed a man but tortured niggas ass so that they understand  I run up in yo house to smack your bitch  Like, "Hush up, before I bust yo ass, show me the shit"  I ain't in this muthafucka to play  I came to get the lley  So goddammit, make my day  I'm a Southeast gorilla  Up strap you bust a nigga  If not, you'se a busta nigga  Be a gangsta    [ CHORUS 2X ]    [ VERSE 3: Lucky Calhoun ]  We Martell-dwellin, sellin out the backdo'  Can't let my mama know  But in the hood, yo, it bees like that  Havin visions of a fat-ass crib, a Benz and 2 chrome gats  These niggas bust back  There's some rules on these streets that we go by  You don't get high off your own supply  When you catch that traitor look that hater dead in his eye  Kiss his ass bye-bye before you let one fly  To all the hustlers..    [ VERSE 4: Slimm Calhoun a/k/a Briand Calhoun ]  D-boys come out and play  Who got the weed now, who got the lley?  A-ha, d-boys come out and play  Who got the work and who got the pay?  Location unknown, still in the woods with the goods  Playmaker, Mister Bill Changer, Work Slanger  Pressure Point Pusher, one on the block, one looker  A half in the cooker, two crabs and we shook em  We cap all work and snatch all skirts  You can get jaw-jabbed and jerked for your jewels  Weight on the tool, we break and take rooks to school  It's gon' be hell when the Calhouns come through    [ VERSE 5: Freddy Calhoun a/k/a Cool Breeze ]  Now I'm next to the oldest cousin who showed out on Thanksgiving  And didn't like what my daddy bought me and got a whipping on Christmas  Cause I'm welfare-instated, late rent-related  We from government homes, apartment-educated  Man, you can catch me at the Embassy Suites or Marriot Fairfield  Cause real cool, cool cuttas keep a hotel bill  I roll with 10 girls called 10 deep who know what up  That if you leave with a cutta, then you wann' get cut    [ CHORUS 2X ]