This for my thug, thug   Drug, drug   And guns, guns   Come on, come on   Come on, it's the roc nigga   Yo, yo      Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs   Show no love and my guns bust   And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks   You niggas out here gone do what?    Nothing but talk about it   You niggas ain't bout it, bout it   You see bleek   J-i-g from the hat to sneaks   Dem them jordans but what's important   You niggers scheming   I told y'all, I got my mind right   And my money right   I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right   The game nigga love it, leave it   It ain't gone change nigga   From my hood to your hood   This shit the same nigga   You see me hopping out   Coping that bel –v   I ride for my family   Fuck could you tell me   Its roc la familia   No one down with us   No one ride with us   No one side with us   We came gunning   Busting fuck it, it ain't nothing   I got mine now get yours   And nigga stop frontin'      1 - still these niggers hate me   But I sit back and laugh   I got cash, I play the back   And I be counting my math   And they will never play me   I got guns, I got ones, I got sons   I got niggas who could get that done      And still these niggers hate me   But I sit back and laugh   I got cash, I play the back   And I be counting my math   And they will never play me   I got guns, I got ones, I got sons   I got niggas who could get that done      Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump   Or letting that pistol blow   Niggas hate but I'm sticking this dick down they bitches throat   I hear them saying   He only sold half a mill   You know what I'm saying nigga I spend half your deal   So go ahead with that dumb shit   I push tinted suv's   Which is one bitch   With that fifth in just one clip   My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads?    Ma I'm dissing everyone   And everyone feel they involve   Who ever hating   Contemplating about my situations   Wanna know my moves   Wanna find out if a nigga station   Wanna know the co'ds   Wanna know if I get low my company   Do I got chrome   Nigger don't compare me to jay-z   I pop my collar, hollar   All about the drama blowing scama   Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana   But you lames hating   Cause I'm in the lake on them daytons   Taking pictures, hitting switches   Pulling over bad bitches   I'm laying right   My dogs stay they eating right   Guns looking right   And dog I bust them right   For that brick   For that check   For that coke   For that flow   Dog I let's them go   Set up shop and blow      Repeat 1