do? But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger to homicide My city
in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta This is the unda, buried by yo momma Not only do I murder mane
, I will reign (21) I will change and, transform into 'Pac like Lil Zane (22) This is lyrical nation - this is +Rap City+ (23) while you fiends get out-rapped by Tigga in "Da Bassment" (24) This
Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga You better be prepared to die for this
swear my words are fire Me and you can get it on, I bet that you retire I'm from the city of Gators, YDI Cold men, he own guns, this is not A Country
solo I went to a hundred thousand, from a whole fo' So all you haters hate me, as I make a little mo' [Hook] I'm going platinum this time, (this time-this
to play hoopties on blocks Plottin' man like who he gon' pop In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin' 4 tens headin' down in A.T.L.'s Magic City Yes
style begun To uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
bright and sunny Sunday this ain't funny I ain't jokin' 'bout my coke and package come up shorter Might kidnap yo wife and daughter bury them down deep
to come at this If they ever got some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury My adversaries better not want none of Twis' Represent for the city, anybody
You can turn me up I got this bottle on me Shots on three Can you feel it? (Verse 1- Kid Ink) Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray In the building like, this
Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A. Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane [Meek Mill] And
worry niggas thrity niggas that like to bury niggas And scary niggas get all the time, and what they got is all of mine Ya never talked this shit until
brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out Mafia World, all my niggaz max out We Bad Boys, why y'all niggaz cracked out Coward niggaz, most are buried
shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa There's no place like home, New York, New York I run this city and now
do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as
one in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feeling this anger Don't wanna make excuses 'cause this
all be next [chorus] [Lil' Zane] Fast money done slowed up Niggas cars got blowed up Whole cities got tore up And what you mean "Nigga hold up" Shoulda seen this