NWA

[Chorus: Jackboy] Cruisin' down the block with a big ol' Glock (With a Glock) I see an opp, then he bound to get popped (He gettin' popped) Came up out the gutter and went straight to the top (To the top) Lil' Woody made it, but he still sellin' rock (He sellin' rock) Lil' Woody made it, but he still be with savages (He be with thugs) The type that's gon' get down and dirty just to live fabulous (He livin' good) Don't care if it's no guns allowed, they still sneakin' ratchets in (He got his gun) Don't care if the feds in town, they still gettin' that package in (Let's go) [Verse 1: Jackboy] Young nigga, I was taught to get it off the muscle Make that money double, I can teach you how to hustle Made it up out the jungle, I still got scars on my heart Made it up out the struggle, look at all these foreign cars All these foreign broads, tell me they love me, tell 'em stop it Can't get no bitch my heart knowin' that she'd rather have my wallet Ain't never go to college, I still made a million dollars Ain't never go to college, I was outside with the robbers [Chorus: Jackboy] Cruisin' down the block with a big ol' Glock (With a Glock) I see an opp, then he bound to get popped (He gettin' popped) Came up out the gutter and went straight to the top (To the top) Lil' Woody made it, but he still sellin' rock (He sellin' rock) Lil' Woody made it, but he still be with savages (He be with thugs) The type that's gon' get down and dirty just to live fabulous (He livin' good) Don't care if it's no guns allowed, they still sneakin' ratchets in (He got his gun) Don't care if the feds in town, they still gettin' that package in (Let's go) [Verse 2: T.I.] Okay, five in the mornin', police at my gate, hold up They ain't got a warrant, I make they ass wait, uh-huh In and out a foreign, hoppin' out on chrome You know some beef, you just can't squash it 'cause it's too far gone But such that you can let it go because it ain't all there I figure ain't nobody dead, hope we all get fucked Okay, but in the same breath, I don't give no fuck Bitch, if you suck, I'll enjoy it, the decision is yours If you ain't thinkin' chess board, we on different accords Since I was stuffin' rental cars, tryna switch to Accords For purpose, know you lookin' deeper than the surfer with shit Make sure you give it to a nigga, he deserve what he get When you the rawest motherfucker on the earth in the mix They gon' hate this shit 'til the day you no longer exist What's happenin', welcome to Atlanta, I'm a big ol' fish And anybody disagree can suck a big ol' dick, King [Chorus: Jackboy] Cruisin' down the block with a big ol' Glock (With a Glock) I see an opp, then he bound to get popped (He gettin' popped) Came up out the gutter and went straight to the top (To the top) Lil' Woody made it, but he still sellin' rock (He sellin' rock) Lil' Woody made it, but he still be with savages (He be with thugs) The type that's gon' get down and dirty just to live fabulous (He livin' good) Don't care if it's no guns allowed, they still sneakin' ratchets in (He got his gun) Don't care if the feds in town, they still gettin' that package in (Let's go)