[Verse 1: T.I.]
Broadcastin' live from the mothafuckin' gutter
With a semi-automatic, sellin' slabs with the butter
Me, my partna, my cousin, my brotha tryna duck them suckas
And dodge undercover like a Charger
Every day they see us outside, try to charge us
Bail on they ass, I'ma make 'em do their job bruh
Chopper spit a hundred, better pull out that revolver
It'll take more than a robber to rob 'em
Duh, I'm king of the mothafuckin' town
Where the work come first and it all go down
Where the broads so down to get the mall tore down
Where that nigga ride dirty with a hundred club pound
Ridin' 'round in the trunk, fuck around if you want
Nigga lookin' for some trouble, you can find what you want
Get slapped right now, pussy nigga say I won't
Made 80k today, I never see a day I don't
Hey nigga pull up with your order, ain't no speakin' on the phone
Cause the money too long, can't leave shit alone
Home of the drop Chevy, the Chevelles and the dope
Where them suckas can't chill but the real niggas don't
I move a bale in a day, hundred ki's in a month
Sellin' hard in the back, nun' but weed in the front
Nigga might fuck around, make a mil' in a month
Where the suckas can't hear but the real niggas won't
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