Yeah, put 'em down Let the beat breathe, Jizzle Let the beat breathe, gangsta Rich nigga shit Put 'em down and stick 'em Niggas actin' like bitches Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit Put that bitch Bak N Tha field After fuckin' we finished Rich gang, no talkin' Big brains, big honka Big fame, shit talkin' Know we be barkin', bitch Know we be talkin' shit Big money shinin', bitch Know we be lyin' and shit Big timin', flyin', bitch Nigga, I got choppers in the bushes Choppers in the alley Choppers everywhere in the twenty-seven hundredth block of Valence On the corner of Magnolia, 'round the corner from Baptist Was young and off the chain, in the middle of the action Me, Bear, L.T., and Wappy was known to make it happen I was only fourteen, Birdman would front us a package First I had on the Balance, I rocked 'em with the Polo Only seventh grader with him, had to put on a show though Eighth grade, copped that four door Grand Am for the low-low Ninth grade, bust they ass, bubble like Lexus on the mo-most After that, hoes was out for me By tenth grade, school was out for me Caught my second body, beefin' hard, niggas was out for me P.O.G. was out for me Dana got this house for me Get full of that dope and shit, ride that dick all night for me Old City can vouch for me I been down I been G I am him I am he From Uptown, I been street That thirteenth, that's my hood That's my set, that's my zone You're on your own You get caught in it with no pass That's how it goes Nigga, I am the King Fresh out of the bane Ask 'bout B.G. They'll say "I am New Orleans" Been reppin' it since my teens Since and white tees When Lil Wayne, my lil' brother, wanted to be just like me This all real, this all true These no lies, these all facts That nigga Jizzle back Nigga go and hashtag that Put 'em down and stick 'em Niggas actin' like bitches Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit Put that bitch Bak N Tha field After fuckin' we finished Rich gang, no talkin' Big brains, big honka Big fame, shit talkin' Know we be barkin', bitch Know we be talkin' shit Big money shinin', bitch Know we be lyin' and shit Big timin', flyin', bitch Yeah, you niggas know what it is, man B-Jizzle, your number one original Hot Boy Back (Rich Gang) Live and livin' color Niggas been gone, niggas thought I lost it, man This just a warm-up This is to let you niggas know you in trouble You heard me? Streets is mine, man Coming for that number one spot You niggas either gon' surrender it or I'm taking it by force You heard me? Real niggas in the building