Ya boy, Gucci Mane speaking. Yeah, I'm home, just touchdown. I'ma dressing all these blow pops out there, yeah. . Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta.
Block Party, white Rock Party,. I'm plugs dream, my love cream,. I sell more coke then a soda machine,. my whole team tote red beans.. My homeboy got 30 years, my role dog got double life,.
I back the fuck out the bitch quick. cause these hoes ain't shit. they good for open mix shit. i put they mind on my dick. gotta put my ?, keep my hoes in check.
Un huh, I'm 'bout my feddi by all means. . Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar. I ain't touching the mic if it ain't five Gs or better.
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da). This is the one and only, Trina, yeah. (Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da). Ginuwine, yeah, what up, [Incomprehensible]?.
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling. You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling. You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling.
Guerilla, what, what, untamed, guerilla. . Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers. They be makin' it hot they be killin' my block. They be havin' them whole people scared up.
Turk:. Stickin' together like glue. Blood is thick so I'm tight. Swimmin' for my people. Don't mind losin' my life. Ridin' or fryin'. Don't matter nigga I'm real.