I'm 'bout my hustle homey, I've got to show I'm on a mission baby get that dough And once I get it gotta get some mo' [B-Real:] You take the game and
softer than Scott's tissue That's light B Deal with it Carry the steel with it If you hard peel with it One dome shot if you real with it I'm from Compton
gotta know about the five-five-fo', so That's how I'm livin, I do as I please B A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets And everybody know, that
Fig want 10 That's the rules that the Get Low, play by The block boys stay high, California stock with K-5 It's the rules that the Get Low play by Them
What goes around comes around, scandolous shit - somebody tried to kill that bitch Burnt the bridges and aint had one freind left N1ggas that know her called her the devil in that
flip that bump that roll that shake that drop that rope that Make it go clap clap I like it when you flip that bump that roll that/ shake that drop that
askin me fo' dough And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! Hey yo, now that
background)] (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My ni**az grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough from this state to that state from this cell to that
gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O.B
I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show
get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real
I'll build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch
my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that
ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that
all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho
niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that
bitch house, limpin', nigga Stompin', pimpin' [Chorus] [EightBall] Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real
