LYRIC

[Intro:]

Can I talk to why’all for a minute

See the game has become a lil twisted

See you gotta cat like me imma east coast playa

Str8 from up state

Then you got my man Cam he a west coast playa

Then you got my homey saafir..se he a westsiiiiderrr!!

And we get down like dis


[Cam:]

You See I’m standing strong

But still don’t want to break no bread

Now why’all gonna think I’m wrong when I start going up side your head

Str8 left you for dead

And that’s the reason why

I still be riding on these Niggaz like giddyup horsey ride

I’m on the wind on my saddle

Bout to herd up some cattle

Cut the head of a snake and save the rattle

You willing to battle

Partna but you fail to see you losing the war

I stand up for what I believe in not leaving enough to score

Bet to show that why’all can’t ignore my rep for making people shout

Whether popping they ass on stage..or socking they ass on out

I’m like Luke on this money..Dont stop!

Get it Get it..down south they bout it! bout it!

But out west we Widdit Widdit

If you fools admit it

Maybe you wouldn’t be on the ground

And everything would be OK I wouldn’t have to lay you you down

why’all haters ain’t doing me no harm I’m still rich

Just like Old Macdonald on his farm.bia bia ittch!


Chorus:

Niggaz be hating me constantly plotting downfall

But I ain’t scared of none of why’all

Watch how daddy ball

“I ain’t scared of none of why’all watch how daddy ball” too short (3X)


[Saafir:]

Now watch how daddy ball on all of why’all

While why’all plotting for my downfall

Always gotta watch my back around why’all

When I touch the turf, everybody slow down

Shit is getting worse, ’cause ain’t no money in the town

For what its worth, I have to give my hustle a rebirth

Research another circuit, so I can really work it

I’m sick of sending ripples down the stream of ounces

In order to triple my scratch on the scheme of things I’m bouncing’

Outta town to get mined f*ck these mousetraps

Niggaz fighting over cheese like rats

My whole family is against me, pullin out gats, what type of shit is that?

You got me strapped with a tight grip,

when I’m around fools they tight lipped

But want to jaw jack me to death around a tight bitch

I know the script but while you stuck on some town shit

I be ballin nationwide bound bitch!


[Chorus (3X)]

[Saafir:]

One year later with from inflated plan

Just me and my man, touching back down in the town

But in the background, wishing into whispering

He’s back! With all the scratch and all the contact

Now what why’all lack contracts mackin the gats (I got that)?

See I’m mobbing with a permanent plan, you say he came up quick (damn)

While you still on the corner standing in quick sand

You think you know what time it is, but your hourglass

Let the hour pass right by you

Why fool? You should have taken more than an hourglass in high school

Instead of snorting dog coughing wit your tweaking ass

I speak fast, stick a move in and out

Now I’m the man with all the clout

Nothing but big shit, mobbing in big ass whips

Own big ships, floating on big battle ships

F*ck a yacht,I’m trynna own a block like the Jewish

Watch how daddy ball this year Saafir knew it!


Imma tell why’all one more time..listen!

[Chorus (3X)]

(fades)You can’t get me..you can’t get my crew

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