*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*      Nigga, what's hap'nin?   Who we got in here?   Nigga, ain't this the last album.   Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,    Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.      *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*      Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.   T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.   Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.   T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me    hear ya.      Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*      Well it's the one of the mill nigga   the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest   fill niggaz up wit bullets   kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit   an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter   or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya   when it's the wig split   come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo   cuz ya fuckin either two   of yo baby ma'mas   got em on camera   doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her    bootsy hole   fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis   niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an    automatic   so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs    then a see-saw   sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla   who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala   balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee   might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T   ya dig?      Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*      Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same   one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game   now I know bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"   but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner   my 7-duce, produce, cuz the zues was pissed off   I'm still gettin zips off   niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off   until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru   now what you wanna do?   it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues   that's what they cost in the store, yeah   an you can reach, but you can not touch   ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?    if you scared go to church, I know it hurts   to find out, she works for me   brought me that Jeep   that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut   that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck,   cuz we.      *(Chorus)*      Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.   T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.   Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.   T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let    me hear ya.      Verse 3 *(Dru Down      I'm steadily stackin up on the green   ballas will use the triple beam   shot calla use they words   hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served   now observe the definition of the pimp-mode   I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though   doe is what I love, so what's up?   nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough   nigga I had it rough   an nigga it ain't no bluff   an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin   yeah okay   I turned straight into a hustla   crap on bustas   skrilla fo reala from them suckas   I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door   ready to bubble   I turned into a balla, shot calla   two for twamp   with in a year I'm back on the spot   zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked   bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy   four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me   an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high   do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right   side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's   I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that    hoe.      Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*      Fa sho. G-A fo checks   pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block    wit 4 techs   niggaz on this, on the move in many   plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's   that ain't my thang ruger   it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang   my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,    an issued this game   my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola   smack, mack, the greenery an crackola   homies wanna be down rollin big stacks   you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack   so sick wid it   that's why I shitted on raps fo luck   I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck   could never be stuck   I'm facin a life of brokeness already   fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game   blame no nigga fo my down fall   but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all   we all.      *(Chorus)*      Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.   T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.   Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.   T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.      *(talking in the background)*      Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.      Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa!! Ahaha.