(Chorus) (Crunch Black): I ain't got time for gamez, fuck these niggaz, Ima pop that thang, And if they want drama they can get that mang a nigga like me Im witit mang I'm witit. (2X)
(Crunchy): Bitches simple and plain, your messin with me and Im a grown mane, I keep a pistol on me don't think im playin, This hard hittin nigga lemme hear ya'll sang, I coulda been a nigga out slanging cain, but instead nigga I was bangin the thang, cause hardin heat make a nigga quit that playin, it aint no shame in my goddamn thang, Im just an all nigga trying to do my thang, you get in my way and I'll make you a ? run your ass over like I was a train. You talkin ass bitches don't say my name, and if you same my name then you got fame, rap this shit before doin everyhang, and blanked on your ass like I was to blame, The next time ya see me, hit ya boy with a chain a hit ya boy with a chain.
(Chorus) (Crunch Black): I ain't got time for gamez, fuck these niggaz, Ima pop that thang, And if they want drama they can get that mang a nigga like me Im witit mang I'm witit. 2X
(DJ Paul) I dedicate this to you fake niggaz, supposed to be's who do some fake shit, see you in the street and they hug you like on some gay shit, Man we be so cool when I see you, you share my fame, when I ain't around its like Bush versus Saddam Hussein, Niggaz hate you for the smallest events, I got niggaz mad at me cause I aint signed em' recording contracts, Nigga you can shut the fuck or you can get shot the fuck up, playa I dont know you when I owe you better double it up with this, bitches fuck with this, they press they luck with this, Im tough with this, party grip and .50 calin up your shit, people love to shake hands, hug, squeeze with tight grips, but little do they you when I touch em I see they lifes trip. all the back stabbin and jabbin and double crossin, quit telling me that you love me nigga when you see me keep on walkin, I got enough enemies man as it is now so I don't need a postin friend thats leadin me now Bitch!
(Juicy J) they sent the gang unit out cause there was trouble at the club, knowin gang signs throwing up cause they dont give a fuck, why even work a 9 to 5 when you can sell dope and rob, 80 percent of the fuckin club aint no nigga go no job, Thats why we here gettin buck, gettin crunk, gettin wild, representin our neighborhood I say God bless the child, if he can open up his eyes and realize it ain't shit, that we run the fuckin hood but the gun is still ourz mane!
(Chorus)(Crunch Black): I ain't got time for gamez, fuck these niggaz, Ima pop that thang, And if they want drama they can get that mang a nigga like me Im witit mang I'm witit. 2XTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
