This a trap   This aint no album   This aint no game   This a trap (trap muzik)   [Repeat 8x]      [1st Verse]   Welcome back to the trap   Niggas back in the trap   Wit another heavy chevy   Big dope boys and trap   All you rap niggas role out   I trap when it's cold out   Whack niggas flyin   But I stay down to I'm sold out   Cause down a hundred ground   Like a rapping in a dope house   Man wherever I be   The feds got me scoped out   Mother fucker let my nuts hang   Block out the duc canes   Cook it to it bubbles   Doulble fast as a mustang   I know you think you fuck man   But little showty tuff man   Been a long time    Since a nigg from Alanta   Spit this nuts game   Thats a very few of real niggas   So how could they give nigga   The feelin that a real nigga   Would get around a real nigga   All they do is still niggas ideas   And rhythm wit em   Holla sumthin similar   Talking bout the hood   Like they hung in em   I got a million rhythms   Want em come get em   What bitch you pussy nigga   I'm just havin fun wit em   [chorus repeat 8x]      [verse 2]   Still telling niggas   I aint wholing I aint crolling    When the 12 hit the corner   I aint brolling I aint rolling   Keep the coat stretch out   Like Carl Louis Hamstring   Stepped on like I'm working   With the damn thing   Drible baby aint seen   What I do to a ounce of doe   A whip man on my pager   Like I pay you folks   To whip somemoore   I'm doper than the fluid cellur   I flip it all up by myself   I give my niggas recipes   So they can turn to sumthin else   They love to work   Thats why I keep em comin   Like conlasions plate    We flip the cake   We move this shit from Georgia   Baby state to state   Attemadate   Niggas in the city   Who've been moving weight   Nobody loosing weight   They fuck with us   Cause you've been known to hate   Demonstrate   The way we turned the trout   Out in '98   Sarted out in '95   Started out with nicks and dimes   Niggas you done lost your mind   Thinking you could set up shop   Pimpin I respect the game   Lets take this to another block   [chorus repeat 8x]   [outro talk]      [outro verse]   Pimp squad   Showty still in the trap   When I spot a scene hot   With the man name Jon   And the collad green pot   On alot of straight hen   And alot of green pot   Compation in a range   Like he gotta be stop   Well maybe I will be   But probably not   Oh what the blood cloak   You try to knock em out and he sock   Listen to me I'm serious   Thinkin how did he not   End up way up   On the top of Detroit   If come where I was   You gotta be pop   And if you really want to pop   And I rather be dropped   Listen pops   Want to know a little more   About rap   Firts rule this is real   It aint just a record deal   Its a trap   [music continues]   [music fades]