Texty: Cellski. Chef Boy Cellski: Culinary Arts Institution. Clappin'.

[Verse 1:]
These streets ain't safe so I keep me a cannon
I leave a nigga dead, right where he was standin
I'm ya worst nightmare just like a bad dream
Creep up on ya late night with the mac beam
These niggas started war when they kicked in my door
If I woulda been home them niggas'd be in the morgue
Ain't no friends everybody my enemies
Word on the streets niggas thinkin bout killin me
So I got no choice but to keep me a millime.
Niggas on my line but a nigga still gotta eat
So I'm out here erryday, ridin around these streets
Still gettin money nigga stackin alota geese
Ya fuck boy deserved to be in the trunk boy
Actin all hard but ya really a punk boy
I don't give a fuck if you niggas don't like me
Run up on a nigga you'll see what's under this white tee

[Chorus:]
Pull it out, cock it, clappin at you niggas
Niggas get to hatin cause ya bankroll bigga [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Takin trips just to get this cake
Niggas talkin bout drought nigga I keep that weight
Niggas talkin bout they go for 28
You might get about 40 in a whole 'notha state
You wanna talk work nigga we can talk numbers
I been coppin thangs since I was a lil youngster
Fresh off the porch with a sack in my draws
Never givin a fuck about no feds or no laws
Learned to stack money, and I came up quick
I'm on 4 thangs I was just coppin zips
I'm gettin money now so watch the money flip
You niggas be trickin off spendin on a bitch
Me & my fam man we tryna get rich
Get in, get out before the feds come hit
Ya gotta keep a solid cause niggas snitch
9 times outta ten, it's all over a bitch

[Chorus x8]