King", ace cap is my crown Had jokes back then nigga laugh at me now on citas.. on mammas.. I here you talking, but you don't want no problems And this aint Lil' Jon or Lil' Scrappy.. This
tell niggas something, I'm so glad you alive Long as you got a breathe, a pulse, nigga strive Divne intervention this is I heard a voice nigga, listen to this
[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are
You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips Own chips own crib and I don't need this shit here You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga
rippin' than any emcee has And I'm down like a brother from Alcatraz Get down Go LL, go LL, go LL Get down Go LL, go LL, go LL Ni-ni-nigga-nigga-ni
, I've seen alot a go I've seen alot ta break, I've seen alot to blow, a yo It's a trip to see a nigga slip Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip, get a
on The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle Act like, ya know, the masta ace don't play when it come to
on the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to
have no nuts, no glory no evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga that was snitching ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i mean a nigga thats spook
drama in my hoods goin' down regardless Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, and somethin' gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this
[Intro] Ace Hood Street certified Let me tell you one thing Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy Keep your eyes and ears open,
Polo Nigga money to be made That's money to be made And if this ain't your shit Then nigga you ain't getting paid [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] Okay
[Intro - Ace Hood] Well alright (Statement) There's only one way to go from here And that's up (Mister Hood) Amen [Ace Hood] Okay, me and them schemes
for the top and sparing niggas, that depends And they hear me talking about an album and they faces grin You thought that hating would've worked, here
a bad bitch, Louis V frames I jus' hope you get the picture Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain, None you niggas pose a threat, y'all aint
trying to get this work the lot There's three grinders, smoking weed, and selling rocks And I'ma rep Broward County till I'm in a box [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Broward County All-Stars & Ace Hood
niggas they soldiers, you want to make over You can get, this, whole, clip Make, your, ass, flip This right here (Here) here (Here) here (Here) here (Here) here (Here