Bro what's poppin'
It's 'bout time real shy
town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you
Yung Berg and Twista let's get it in
Aye (Aye)
If ya'll niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin'
I'm giving niggas til the end
of 07 bout 08
(Where we going)
My bank account gon
have eight digits that is
Let's go (Let's go)
Nobody gave me nothing I made
fifty of a pack
When I made a hundred
I ran straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like
(Take it all you need me)
Yes sir
Niggas better get with the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kill a slow jam
Oh man, god damn
(Take it all you need me)
YB gang that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes mo cars
(Take it all you need me)
Mo clothes mo brain
Oh yeah
You done seen a few niggas
With a yang like me
Never really had doh
And shorty like my
Never roled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all you need me)
Young buck, catch up
Yep
I'm a prime time player
Shorty don't smoke weed
She a high time hater and
Why date her hand
My paper is
(Take it all you need me)
Few taller than, a skyscraper
Niggas better know how to ride the 101
Big shotgun and I buy another one
And another (and another)
And another (and another)
(Take it all you need me)
Keep going, is you with it
You ain't got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never came from nothin'
and blew with it
(But) who did it
(Yep) I did it
YB, that's the new thang yea
Now now
I'm a old G in the city and
ya knew one day
A nigga was gon' come
along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet, what
(Take it all you need me)
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal with
Make it competition go sit
on the couch for him
If he need work I'm a hand it out for him
If he need a pistol I'm
a hand it out for him
(Take it all you need me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and
I'll vouch for him
That's me
And the T and I admit it cause
no one out here
Could spit it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a
Fuck her like I could fuck her
(Take it all you need me)
Do her like I could do her
Get it how you got to get it
Me and my boy came up on tha block
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money
up to the ceilin'
Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing with
em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kill em
'Cause we gettin' money and
the rhythm be so wicked
It's the reason we can kick
it how we kick and
It's the reason why we pull up on
the thirties
(Take it all you need me)
And the Hummers and
We don't give a fuck if
we get a ticket and
Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch
Five Fifty for a ounce a Kush
Three Fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a charger
(Take it all you need me)
Two hundred for all cops on
the first look
Got money on the books
And we got the dollars for impalers
And the thumpers and the hummers
And I'm throwing out the other figgas
Yung B E R to the G with
the TB some killas
And we never taking shit from
off another nigga
Every time I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be finish
But I got mo in the tank
I'm a score about eighty on 'em
And go in the paint
(Take it all you need me)
I'm a take a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the bank so uh
Yes sir Niggas
said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
Three years later Dr Wine got a budget
Four years later now
everybody love it
(Take it all you need
me)
Gggoooddd fucking damn
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was gon' flop
Now we on top like dog I told ya
(Take it all you need me)
M holla what's good miss ride out
Let these motherfuckers
Know what we talk about
Left lane, yung boss
Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out
We about to take it straight
to the white house
Cook crack clean it up then
I write down
Everything that I see we
I come around
(Take it all you need me)
Every state every hood that
I've been around
Eighty fourth just seen
to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow weed when
I put it down
Niggas know I got love niggas know
I been plugged
(Take it all you need me)
That's right I'm a a prince
of the shy town
So where my southside
niggas at right now
We gon' all line up in a single file
And give the whole world something
they can sing about
(Take it all you need me)
Rule one, better live what you speak bout
Rule two, don't slip when you creep out
Rule three, grab heat when you leave out
Rule four, don't rush nigga
ease out
(Take it all you need me)
And rule five fall or die
Cop that shit that the ballers buy
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy
that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin'
