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[Chorus: Rick Hyde]
All o' my niggas solid
Tell 'em we know about it
Don't go against the coke 'cause if you do ain't no way around it
My dog gon' shoot the .30 out the Mack if you want a problem
All of my niggas mobbin' 'cause all o' my niggas solid yeah
All o' my niggas solid, never switch over dollars
I'll give you the shirt off of my back 'cause you know I got it
He gon' shoot the .30 out the Mack if you want a problem
All o' my niggas mobbin' 'cause all of my niggas solid

[Verse: Heem]
They know, nigga
When I was just in the hood, I couldn't even picture this
Now a nigga got a deal, everybody think I'm rich
Ain't no flaws in my image (uhuh), niggas lookin' for a glitch
Ops talkin' bad on me, but I never send a diss (they know)
I just called the lil' homies, tell 'em "go and send a clip"
.30 like a sword on me, let it go you niggas flinch
All he know is take a soul, in the hood they call him Grinch (My word)
Leave a nigga fulla holes, if he ever feel offense
Ridin', dodgin' potholes, in the Hoopty with the tent
Remember lurkin' with the po', need the money for the rent
Had my daughter in the womb, then they booked me for attempt
But the charges didn't stick, got a lawyer beat it quick
Your name on the affidavit you rattled and made a statement
The school o' hard knocks, I mastered and graduated (They know that shit!)
On my way to the top, the GPS gon' navigate it
Said I'll never leave the streets, but slowly I'm gravitatin', nigga, uh, they know

[Chorus: Rick Hyde]
All o' my niggas solid
Tell 'em we know about it
Don't go against the coke 'cause if you do ain't no way around it
My dog gon' shoot the .30 out the Mack if you want a problem
All of my niggas mobbin' 'cause all o' my niggas solid yeah all o' my niggas solid, never switch over dollars
I'll give you the shirt off of my back 'cause you know I got it
He gon' shoot the .30 out the Mack if you want a problem
All o' my niggas mobbin' 'cause all of my niggas solid