クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rees Money
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rees Money
Composer
Maurice Mack
Songwriter
Charles Doles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derrico Peck
Producer
歌詞
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
All my **** totting straps like we in Pakistan
Rebel Walking in the party I don't like to dance
Straight remy in my cup I don't do Gin
I told a **** play it cool cuz we'll kill his kin
All my brothers they retarted they don't got no sense
I beat the block until its gone cuz I need every cent
And if its beef we hit yo block cuz bih we like to spin
I said if its beef we hit yo block cuz we like to spin
Ok lets take it there pillow talking see me everywhere
He talking out his mouth the hollows hit him get a wheelchair
Rolling on the beat I swear to god I need a wheelchair
**** play with me I swear to god Im a leave him there
I get it in Ice cube bout the Benjamins
Spin again keep on talking we'll spin again
Clips real long bitch we clapping like the marching band
Fucking on the bitch I had to tell her can she bring a friend
Oh yeah you don't really wanna go there and my fuse short
push my button like a doorbell
Deep off in the water in the ocean with them killer whales
Go in like a rat for these cheese but I'll never tell
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it thereAll my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
Ha Baby Soulja
You aint kill nobody yet boy you pussy
You aint no threat wit that pussy ass looking
Pussy **** telling be done made them crackers book me
Every bitch who spoke on my name lives was tooken
Back up jit back up or get popped
Back up bitch back up or get fucked
Get right jit there go troll tighten up
I made bond every time I'm racked up
How much for a pound of gas he said 26
I aint trippin bih like me gave him counterfeit
Get it in blood I don't give a fuck bout a bitch
Never trust a jit who be wit da fuck shit
A port of that clean or that beam it got me going
I see by her jeans she got cheese lil baby going
When I'm on the scene gotta hit her and jit going
When you in these streets have a plan no where you going
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
All my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it thereAll my **** they on go they don't play fair
**** speaking on my name we'll take it there
Written by: Charles Doles, Maurice Mack, Rees Money