We Do It 8Ball & MJG

[Intro]
Yeah (haha)
Yeah (Yeah)
Can you feel that nigga? (That's Right)
Nuttin but that gutta shit
Tre bar? Nigga (yeah)
Pimp tight
Spit truth to these niggas

[Verse 1]
You ain't no real ass nigga
You just like to hang around 'em
And run your mouth with bitches and tellin' em how you down
And tellin' em you da man
And tellin' em how you can have the dope
Sent straight to yo hands straight from ya pan
And you tired of yappin' ya mouth
And always talkin' bout
Who ya gon shoot and who ya gon knock out
See niggas talk all that shit that's why they need an army
And always talkin' about some killa nigga shit constant
But let the police pull a pistol on him quick fast
Now you a big 'ol bag a sugar with yo bitch ass
I come from [in a vile?] mothafuckin' killin
Drug dealin' where them niggas love grillin listen
I'm not tryin' to exaggerate like a lotta boys
Who run around with artillery like a lotta toys
You niggas ain't tough
You [point a] G goddamnit be
A time you shoulda left and gone home with your family