Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
Oh naw , shit yeah they did, what the fuck you think I did?
Come on the motherfuckin road with us
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
That shit shocked everybody
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Is just something that a carry with me all the time
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
Waitin' for the day cut in the term and free
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door
Ever since then money been a real long head
When I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Put the thang in they mouth and blow err thing they think out
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Had to get ejected cause the game a cold
I can show you better than tryin' to tell ya 'bout it
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen
When I was apache rappin' in the penetentury yard
Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat
And run up on me like I ain't gone hold it down for mine
This motherfucker bout to piss me off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
If I said anything I ain't spossed to said
See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county
Did give me came from my man and them
Till one day nigga caught a hold to him
I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab
Fucked around one night went out in New York
Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
And do the right thing run up on the right man
Told Grama, granny told Granpa
Granpa took his grandson in the backyard
I wasn't gone talk about it but, God damn it
That can pull the right string get to where I'm posed to be
And the couple of spins that y'all son-bitches
Gave me somethin' supposed to take the pressure off
Nigga down here in Raleigh
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin'
And hurt anyone of y'all them fuck it
Man fuck that church boy grab the looks
Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Where these niggas used to run around armed and robbin'
That bout says it all
I don't give a fat bitch big titty pair one of y'all motherfuckin play my shit
Just in case one of these motherfuckers loose they mind
Smokin' on roll-ups, strokin' on my love meat
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Run around actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it all
Eatin' wieners outa chanteens
So I could get out here and make mama proud of me
But that shit you don't talk that huh?
They ain't certified till a nigga run in they house
