[Intro]
Ace Hood
Street certified
Let me tell you one thing
Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy
Keep your eyes and ears open, you understand?
Because it might go down
[Hook]
When the traps side up and the MAC slow down
You better hit the deck because it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, because it might go down
Keep an eye on your nigga, and running around town
Yeah this little boy telling so it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
[Verse 1]
Young nigga seventeen, trying to get money
Niggas laugh about the dough but really ain't shit funny
Just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy
Every fiend ain't a fiend if you see them look funny
You better tell your team, you don't need that money
That shit smell funny, you ain't getting shit from me
I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these something
That white keep coming, tell the boy to keep bumping
Well watch these folks keeping enemies close
And any nigga kin to me they better not fold
He say that he a friend to me but snitching to the po'
He pointing on the court, tell the judge what he know
Price on his head, he be dead by four, so homie don't slip
Or you could be him, no speaking on the phone
Because them FEDS get tips, don't get caught slipping
Because it might be them
Ace Hood
Street certified
Let me tell you one thing
Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy
Keep your eyes and ears open, you understand?
Because it might go down
[Hook]
When the traps side up and the MAC slow down
You better hit the deck because it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, because it might go down
Keep an eye on your nigga, and running around town
Yeah this little boy telling so it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
Don't get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
[Verse 1]
Young nigga seventeen, trying to get money
Niggas laugh about the dough but really ain't shit funny
Just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy
Every fiend ain't a fiend if you see them look funny
You better tell your team, you don't need that money
That shit smell funny, you ain't getting shit from me
I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these something
That white keep coming, tell the boy to keep bumping
Well watch these folks keeping enemies close
And any nigga kin to me they better not fold
He say that he a friend to me but snitching to the po'
He pointing on the court, tell the judge what he know
Price on his head, he be dead by four, so homie don't slip
Or you could be him, no speaking on the phone
Because them FEDS get tips, don't get caught slipping
Because it might be them
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