BACK$TREET BOY

Water whipping, in the kitchen getting it

Nigga  scrape the pot, you know that shit be sticking

Whup  it, make it stiffen, I been in the kitchen

Get ya wrist a twisting, get ya wrist a clicking

Fo you know it nigga, now ya wrist a drippin

Glock  up on my hip, ya that bitch extended

Ioun  leave no witness

Ioun leave no witness

Found  out he snitching, shot my condefendant

Gahh damn!

Come on my nigga, you know we can't be no freaks for attention

Yeen gotta act like sum you not

You  know we really came from out the trenches

12 came, we was jumping them fences

Beef came, mane we handle the business

Seen shit that I could never forget

Did shit Ima always remember

Ain have no sack, I kicked a door & stole it

Pull up, I'm in the hood like my motor

4 & a baby, push it with a stroller

Ioun care whea its from, Ima push it & roll it

Run thru them p's like it ain shit

Run thru them p's like it ain shit

If I'm dropping dick in ha back & she dnt let me trap out ha house, she a fake bitch

12th grade in Ms. Eastridge class, in the side desk, pocket full of twenties

He say a bully, but we toting them fullies

Everybody hard til a nigga pull it

But just cuz you shoot it, that don't make you gangsta

Know some fuck niggas with a trigger finger

So them bodies ain impressing me

I come from where the bitches tote bangers

Tru to the game, took an oath

Always stick to tha code

Nigga used to trap in front the store

I will never ever ever fold

Selling green like I'm Danny Ainge

Kyrie how I swerve the lane

Big Baller like Zo nem

Might 4 fifth, 4-4 him

Switch up the flow, got em beggin fa mo

Used to not have no bed, had to sleep on the floor

If you from the gutta, you know how it go

Mane we str8 from the street, we came up on the low

Peeping the cross, I just wink thru the scope

They don't wake up til 12, I'm been juggin since 4

Mane I'm str8 out the mud, where you get it & go

If you ain got no rubber, just nut down ha throat