Lil Flip, Trick Daddy... I'm doing this one for the thugs And them boys down South, much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs, and them boys in the city Much love for the thugs, yes sir From city to city, state to state Me and my niggaz on the road, trying to make this cake Cause if you don't work, you don't eat So right now I'm in the studio, bringing the heat And I've been doing this rap thang, for a long time I went from flipping them dimes, to kicking them rhymes From one tat, to twenty five tats I went from one sling shot, to twenty five gats And all I want, is twenty five placks And if you want a show, I need twenty five stacks Fuck a dat, I got a playback machine One mic one stage, and a ounce of green And I'ma show you, how we do it down here And if you ain't from round here, get the hell from down here And just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet It's Lil Flip, Trick Daddy and my boy Greg Street When I'm thugging like Pac, when I'm hugging my block If you run to the cops, I'ma come with my glock If you play with my do', I'ma spray at your hoe So if the shit ever happen, don't act like you ain't know Cause I got niggaz on my team, that'll pop the steal And make your body disappear, like David Copperfield And I got family in Miami, that'll ride for me I got some homies in Atlanta, that'll die for me And I'm a pimp, so my hoes never lie to me They get taped with my cane, and go fly for me So bring daddy his cash, so I can re-up quick Then supply my customers, when I flood the strip Fuck a drought I got that work, like a booking agent I got bricks in the attic, and pounds in the basement And that's how we hustle, around my way We living like Denzel, on Training Day, cause I'm a thug I'm doing this for Houston, Dallas, College Station To all my young thugs, who still on probation For my niggaz locked up, with no parole And to whoever bought my tape, cause my shit went gold And we thugging, rolling on Dubs and We valet, when we come to the club and I stay strapped up, cause I got shot this year And I'm about to go quadruple, like Pac this year That's one million, two million, three million, fo' And after that, I'ma put red in the do' So just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet And watch me put these hoes, on the ecstasy Yeah nigga...