(chorus)
1-Neva let a nigga know yo buisness
2-always start what u finish
3-stay on yo note don't slip
4-be careful cause these streets are a trip
5-lways keep a glock in yo whip
6-real niggaz stick to tha script
7-don't slang crack where u stay
8-just don't do it okay

(Lil Flip)
In my hood all you see is dope fiends and dope dealers.
Rats and roaches police and 4 wheelers.
Metro's gun shoots picalo.
30-year-old men swingin drinkin bigalow.
Stop signs but don't nobody ever stop.
Theres ten groups in my hood but don't nobody drop.
Plus the block is hot.
And this dope game cold.
Throught rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold.
(Somebody)
Birds get sold
I stand and watch the game unfold.
My thing gets low.
I teach the grain get gain and blowed.
Leave the scene wit no clue.
(Lil Flip)
Its kinda like u snooze u loose)
(Somebody)
If you don't fuck wit me I aint fuckin wit u
(Lil Flip)
Check the game till u see my weapons aim nigga I aint a rookie im a vetren mane.

(Chorus)

Hustle for yo whip. Stack fo yo mill.
Bye a cookie cutter then im in the wind.
Back to home base. Im on a paper chase.
Im not a case catcher so I can't catch a case.
Money on my mind. And how am i gonna get it.
I dress like im broke but im really running the city.
Bricks turn into crums.
Gallons turn into one.
Narcotics distubuting using guns.
Money, cash, hoes.
Swangin gas full.
If you don't pay the bills man thats all i know.
Hustlers never sleep and sleepers never hustle.
Im on the interstate with a brick in my muffler.
Keep it on a low cause niggas be snitchin.
They'll do anything so they won't see prison.
Man you never know yo cousin can be a snitch.
And a month later undercovers taking yo piss.
Im off the block.
Somebody better call the cops.
Shippen and handlin.
When im not feedin the family.
The family don't feed me I feed the family.

(Chorus)