I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don’t waste time
I’m strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, [bad word] beggin’ for face time
Get your own tape but don’t bother to chase mine

I got a block, man, we havin’ a great time
You couldn’t fill the shoes anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage, for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9

Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
The manes find they can never be in the game
I’m lettin’ off rounds, hittin’ blunts at the same time
Pick crews, homie, you a neon to save time
 [bad word] like you always spittin’ the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind
Put you in the bind from the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

You wanna step up, get your [bad word] touched
You wanna rap, son, get your [bad word] buff
Try to test us, you’s gonna get smashed up
You [bad word] with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up
Git it, you gotta get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get amped up
You [bad word] with the dogs, get your cash up

I’m right here on the block
When it’s time to ride out, you know what I’m all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies, we always holdin’ the fort [bad word] up in our town and you’re [bad word]  a fourth now

Got four ounces and three bottles of Jack
Two fifth’s in the back and everyone I’m with is strapped
Whatever happened to chin checkin’ and wreckin’ fools?
Try disrespectin’, my Smith & Wesson is endin’ you

And I ain’t changed since back in the day
Get your [bad word] split quick if you get in my face
You [bad word] with the dog, better stay in your place
’Cause your little [bad word] name don’t hold no weight

And your little [bad word] safe couldn’t hold my cake
Get your asses denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake, I’mma send you to your grave

You wanna step up, get your [bad word] touched
You wanna rap, son, get your [bad word] buff
Try to test us, you’s gonna get smashed up
You [bad word] with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up
Git it, you gotta get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get amped up
You [bad word] with the dogs, get your cash up

Backed up, backed up, backed
Backed up, backed up, backed
Backed up, backed up, backed
Backed up and you bound to get hurt

I’m a First Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a [bad word] up demeanor for you punk [bad word] Get played like some [bad word] who try to [bad word] I’m a real gun busta so don’t ever try [bad word] us

Can’t nobody touch us that don’t leave on [bad word] Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their bodies covered
It’s gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops
All [bad word] will stop

couple scums in the street, so we don’t care what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime but I won’t blink
We go against everything, smoke all the green
Got the low wrong swingin’, ain’t nothing to me

We put it down anywhere like it’s something to see
So all you [bad word] goin’ rogue with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud, son, I’m ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up, get your [bad word] touched
You wanna rap, son, get your [bad word] buff
Try to test us, you’s gonna get smashed up
You [bad word] with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up
Git it, you gotta get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get amped up
You [bad word] with the dogs, get your cash up