Yessuh
Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain
Property got me sellin thangs, guess Im gon explain
Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up
But still andre got action, they sweat like keith, all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin that you
Gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
Im [bad word]  no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back
Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash
Of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin
Im puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in this [bad word] 
Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin
Settlin for less, bet be ready
When they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
Youse gone, up outta here for good
Yall be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
Yeah, whassup

 [bad word] 

Theres only so much time left in this crazy world
Im just [bad word] erb, Im just [bad word] erb
Niggaz cant let niggaz they dont understand (whats the master plan)
Im just [bad word] erb, Im just [bad word] erb

Verse two: big boi

So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but [bad word] they missed me huh
Im gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man Im [bad word] to dat
 [bad word] my lyrics the way yall wanna hear em
And shoot my dice like its the brick the way that wall done flicks em
 [bad word]  so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin
But [bad word] niggaz over like a ninety-fo lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em [bad word] [bad word] high
See I added a millimeter for yall niggaz doin crimes and drivebys
Kiss yo [bad word] bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page aint scared of you [bad word] 
Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies
And I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties
So look here niggaz, Im huntin red october
I said my [bad word] and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over

 [bad word] 

Verse three: big boi, andre

Wooo! big boi
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, its empty
Thats where the erb be droppin, its simply marvelous time is tickin
But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the dungeon
Sugar bear and mon be smokin ounces like it aint nuttin
It aint [bad word]  to take another hit so hit it
Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke [bad word] 
Its all day any til they label me deceased
So fire up another one and smoke out and [bad word] the world peace

We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
Like some merry men, cowards I be buryin [bad word] around my shop with that see [bad word] you gets nothin
Just like dj do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but
King [bad word]  I am askin, sucka can you hand
That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game
Sprinkle sprinkle [bad word] dont be cryin on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest until Im chillin in peace, yeah