Still Livin DJ Drama & Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Han, what you know, boy?
Yeah, what you know, boy?
What you know boy ?
What you-, what you know, boy?
What you know, boy?
What you-, what you know, boy?
What you-, what you know, boy?
What you-, what you know, boy?
What you know, boy?
What you-, what you know, boy?
What you know, boy?
What you know, boy?
What you know, boy?
What you-, what you know, boy? (Han)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m still livin' like a dope dealer
And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga
Gangsta Island, so all my niggas gang bangers
Girls, come get your cook up
I came up with the 'cain slangers
And I grew up next door to the dopeman
Cherry red CL coupe clean as a coke can
DEA been doin' surveillance, they in the dope van
Nowadays they pay Walter Payton; that’s 34 bands
Yeah, I’m still livin' like a jack boy
Got your family wrapped up in tape, I’m 'bout the sack, boy
And I heard it ain’t where you from, it’s where you at, boy
Make sure every place that I’m at next to the strap, boy
Killin' them, shit from these verses put hoes in hearses
And these cluckers need some product
To purchase some at their service
Used to sale my yellow and nextel play for the chirpers
Ain’t no doubt, we don’t check out CTE
They close the curtains