[Featuring Tru (Silkk C Murder) Mercedez]
I got nu thin to lose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask a glock and my tennis shoes
I got nu thin to lose
Pass me a ski mask a glock and my tennis shoes (ungh!)
Chorus: Mercedez
You need to get your life together
(hit em up get em up stick em up)
South money and hustlin don't last forever
(Hit em up get em up stick em up)
Some say that G's make the world go round
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
[Master P]
Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up
I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
Mama need food in the icebox
And I need some new Jordan with some white sock
Bout to rob Peter, to pay Paul
The ghetto got me crazy, but I won't fall
On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up
down South with the task all on it *sirens*
Bout to put five in the stash box
Called the C-Murder up for them plastic glocks
Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on some chicken
Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin riches
No longer, livin in condos
It's mansions and fifty inch windows
Marble floors, tailor made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof
Me work a nine to five, fool I like the good life
Seen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I ain't livin right
Me give it up, I get rowdy
Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, bout it
Chorus
[Silkk the Shocker]
I gots, nu
