[Baby]

For sure, lil' one

Off top, playboy

Look here

These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch



[B.G.]

Let me at 'em



[Baby]

Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga

Look, this block is mine

And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes

'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)

I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand



[B.G.]

We don't even want you comin' 'round no more



[Baby]

Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut

We got this shit, wodie



[B.G.]

Gotta hustle



{verse 1}

[Baby (B.G.)]

Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)

Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)

Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)

My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)

Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack

The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped

From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'

Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)

callin the law, look-a-who'n and rattin'

I told the young nigga to learn to mack

Pop in a Too $hort tape



[B.G.]

"Born to Mack"



[Baby (B.G.)]

We hard-headed head bustas

We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers

Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?)

My momma's dead (what)

My daddy's dead (What?)

My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')

Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)

Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)

With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)

Bundles of dope and ounces and shit

We