OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)

T.I

Ok, we started catching felonies in Bankhead

Riding through the hood in a hot box

In '96, in the hood, had a trap house

Every day cruise through the city, crack rock

Got a pistol in my pocket and a bankroll

Everybody try me, I don't let the thing go, bust it

I put a whole crew where you can't go, cousin

Homie don't like it but he can't do nothing

Came through busting, I respect that

You violate a mandatory nigga, break that

Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad

Now the undercover people left for dead

They came with the OG's hanging, OZ's slanging

Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking

You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they don't be singing