(feat. Z-Ro)    [Hook]  Too many haters, still try to take me off of my game  See a young playa gripping wood   Looking good hold up, man we off the chain  See us coming down, and we're holding  It's the Z-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G.  We don't give a damn about none of these hoes  We all about our do', we ain't tripping no mo'    [E.S.G.]  Armed and dangerous, wanna spit them flows   Swang with us, if you wanna sit low  The game of life be shife, better think twice  Aren't they nice, get killed hoe  For real though, kick your ass with a steel toe  What can I say, you niggas gay you need a deal though  Work my wheels so, twenty three minutes from your town  Udaville hoe, 23 inches from the ground  Hold up now look around, playboy you don't want no drama  Off the chain and untamed, orangatangs out the jungle  Make the loudest nigga mumble, baller blockers can't stop this  Wanna throw me out the game, like my name Rasheed Wallace  Hold up, blow the whistle that's a tech  We got home court advantage, this year we bout to wreck  Hit up nigga sets, snap they neck  Take to the chest, trying to fuck with the best  Invisible set, baguettes, Rolex when I flex in the Lex with the big S-S  Now who's next, you gon understand it  Back in the tour van, with Jennifer Lopez panties in my hand ha    [Hook]    [Z-Ro]  Z-Ro the Mo City Don, bigger my bricks and profits  It's evident that I'm a President to the game, you can't baller block it  You can't block my ball, when I get a flick a screen gon fall  Give me fo' corners, and I punish em all  Never gon fall off, when I haul off in the L dog  My block my bread and butter, keeping my pockets nice and thick  Whether be solid or whether be soft, the game ain't never been known to quit  We went from riches to rags, rags to riches, while maintaining  Composure rock and witness these fellas, as they was switching  Investing in plenty bars and stocks, still got money coming out the block  I scheme to plot to the cream of the crop, fuck a bitch we gon leave a bald spot  They trying to take me off my game, wanna see me not having thangs  Mo City Texas Ridegmont mayn, killa codeine and mary jane  Over the plate it's time to bat, it's out of the park I told you that  Lucky Al Gore couldn't hold it back, now I gotta calm down with a doja sack  Z-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G., we in it to win  Mechanical gorgeous everytime our records spin, Mr. Hater    [Hook]    [Slim Thug]  I feel like in real life, they thinking I'm Santa Clause  I hide from mo' hoes and mo' foes, than I hide from the laws  They in my face with no pause, steady trying to make a G fall  Like Tupac fuck all y'all, cause I need my cash tall  Trying to hate on mine you outta line, I shine because I grind  I keep that money up on my mind, for the umpteenth time  When I write a rhyme I rhyme real, and getting green is what I feel  A five figga nigga that want a mill, before my record deal  Still trying to get it, I hustle and can't quit it  My target in range, is up to me to aim and hit it  Boy forget it, if you think I'm falling off of my game  You off the chain, you must of fell and lost your brain  I maintain and look good, and grip wood through my hood  Fuck a hoe I'm bout my do', let's keep it understood  While these haters falling off, I'ma be falling in  Big falling in the Benz, solo fuck friends cause uh    [Hook]