[Intro: Yung Holliday]
You say you down, is you really down for me? Yeah
You say you really wit' it, shorty, gotta show me, yeah

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Picture a youngster, with nothing but visions of prison life
No more chances, circumstances of livin' trife
No more weed or Hennessy when you ride out
And all you wanna be is free when the lights go out
Rememberin' the way we used to kick it
Used to holler at the hoes just see if they was wit' it
(Yeah, they wit' it)
On the block it's like a robbery
Pocket full of money, but ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm Dog, baby, see me runnin' out the back door
Seen you tryna creep and get some head from a crack ho
You better be careful, all the things you do
'Cause you're hated by many and loved by few
I give a fuck what you think of me, or what I got
You gon' take my shit? Nah, nigga, you're not
I bling bling, every time you see my top like Don King
You muthafuckas ain't gon' say a thing (Won't say shit)

[Chorus: Yung Holliday]
You say you down, is you really down for me?
(Really down for me)
Is he my homie or he only plottin' on me? (Plottin' on me)
You say you really wit' it, shorty, gotta show me (Gotta show me)
You can't just talk it, pimpin', you gotta show me (Gotta show me)
You say you down, dawg, you down, ain't gon' ever change
(Ain't gon' change)
If you get jammed, promise you won't ever say my name
(Say my name)
You say you down for me, nigga, then don't switch on me
You say you down, boy, call me for no bitch, homie
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