Countdown

[Intro]

Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)

One you done when I see (see) you (you)

[Hook]

Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)

One you done when I see (see) you (you)

Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)

One (run) you done when I see you

Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)

One you done when I see (see) you (you)

Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)

One (run) you done when I see (see) you (you)

[Verse 1]

Ay, what it is, the king back in the buildin'

Still stackin' and buildin', you still rappin' to children

Jeopardizin' your deals, caught up buyin' your wheels

Like its back when we was little and its still time to kill

Quit displayin' your skills, way underpayin' bills

Spend a day in the Ville, on how you saying you real

Niggas could never live how I live, you ain't deservin'

My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person

Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban

On 24's, 20 hoes giving head, I'm swervin'

Fuck boys pissed they pants, scared nervous

I'm shell-shocked, black eye, like I been in the service

Clean, cut, and preserved, but I told George Gervin

The closest thing your ho seen, in picture perfect

The rolls gold king, my ring tight as a virgin (???)

The dream I stop 'fore I seen the top (nigga)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I treat the beats like the streets, on em I do what I want to

I ain't gotta confront you, I'll kill if I want to

Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you

That lil nigga swearin' he bad, eat him for lunch too

Fuck you niggas, Dominique slam dunk you

Niggas sucka punch down one of you niggas

I was being nice at first, now I'm runnin' through niggas

Whole crews, not just one or two niggas

Cuz you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin'

See you on t.v. in New York, them niggas laugh at us

The reason why D.J.'s ain't have a clue I was fabulous

Now days not playin' my record well, hell its hazardous

All this cussin' for some loud discussions, outta my character

Bussin' these niggas melons, and threatenin' all of they managers

P.$.C.'s Atlanta, so how you playin' and handlin'

Gorillas with bananas without playin' and banishin'

King of the south, it was said once then

Took a while to comprehend, that all sunk in

On the low deal a mil, I ain't done come again

Room dead, scene fled, 'fore the feds runnin' in

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Comin' live from the Terra-Dome

Shinin' lights on niggas who got they skirts on tight with mascara on

All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone

Gimme a day and its gone, a brick of yay and its on

You have neva known, me to run

'Less I'm gunnin' at niggas domes

And runnin' them out they own

Territory, every story gotta flipside to it

And your disc ain't shit unless the clique ride to it

And Imma show you how the Westside do it

In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson valley

Every crack and every alley sellin' crack

And every time diggin' hairier

Every Kim, Sue, Sally, til I tally up

A big enough knot to buy me a yacht

So then my pistols and my partnas really all that I got

I'm not, playin' at all, I'm sprayin' 'em all

This K'll chop 'em down to size, cuz they say that I'm small man

Pussycats can't worry the dog

Keep throwin' stones at the throne, I'mma bury you all man

Know, you faggot niggas hate that I'm ballin'

Makin' 30k a day and blow it all at the mall, and man I

Can't relate to what you rap on stage, nigga

Cuz I been sellin' yay since I was Bow Wow's age nigga

Hear my daddy and my cousin talkin' to me from the grave

And all they say is "Young nigga get paid!"

[Hook] - 2X