Teach Em Something

Fuck goin' on? Where it's at, though What the fuck goin' on? (Nick on the track) Woah Ayy, woah Ayy, woah, ayy Ayy, woah, ayy Ayy, woah, ayy Ayy, woah, ayy Ayy, woah, ayy Let's go Told my mama I'm thuggin', I'd rather be dead than rather be broke She ain't believe I was thuggin' until the police kicked our door I could teach you niggas somethin', teach you how to get a roll How to break it out the pot, you gotta stand over the stove Oh, they want me to talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit, I'm in that mode Nobody gettin' spared no more, I just don't care no more Gas a nigga like Texaco, pull up, got TECs at your home Ask God to right my wrongs, ask God to clean my soul Stickin' to the code, never fold, it's the vision Seen some niggas feelin' bold, we ain't scored in a minute I got niggas in the hold awaiting their trial, the charge is pending It'd be bodies after bodies, niggas droppin' if they slippin' I just be slidin', that's just my commitment I just be vibin', but really I'm with it I hear the sirens, I'm doin' the ticket 'Cause I got 'bout thirty-one shots in the Glizzy But I ain't got thirty-one opps I could mention I mix the Gucci up with the Givenchy I just be bootin' up when I be sippin' I got my tool in the club, I ain't trippin' If you make a move, make a budge, then you get it I brought the goons in the club and they with it We might just buy all the bottles in here We might just fuck all the models in here We might just go get it poppin' in here We got these bitches on Roxies in here We got these bitches on molly in here I got my niggas, we vibin' in here I'm readin' the beef, I'm poppin' to kill Coppin' a deuce and I'm coppin' the steel Pourin' a four and I'm poppin' the seal Glock 4-0 knock a nigga out his heel All of my niggas got bodies for real He catch a body, I'll buy him a Benz I need to see a psychiatrist I got them young niggas on mob shit Told my mama I'm thuggin', I'd rather be dead than rather be broke She ain't believe I was thuggin' until the police kicked our door I could teach you niggas somethin', teach you how to get a roll How to break it out the pot, you gotta stand over the stove Oh, they want me to talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit, I'm in that mode Nobody gettin' spared no more, I just don't care no more Gas a nigga like Texaco, pull up, got TECs at your home Ask God to right my wrongs, ask God to clean my soul Stickin' to the code, never fold, it's the vision Seen some niggas feelin' bold, we ain't scored in a minute I got niggas in the hold awaiting their trial, the charge is pending It'd be bodies after bodies, niggas droppin' if they slippin' I walk in Gucci, I buy it, I want it I walk in Louis, I buy it, I want it Won't walk in that bitch if that fire ain't up on me Don't walk up wrong, lil' nigga, it's loaded Pop me a Perc, now I'm high and I'm floatin' I just spent twenty like fuck the commotions I just made twenty like fuck the promotions These niggas ain't got them no hustlin' motive I'm robbin' the robber, jackin' the jacker They was just talkin', but I got active Rundown on the crew, let me have it You can tell by how I talk, I ain't actin' We was slidin' on niggas in traffic Brought them bags, then we bringin' the baggage Brought the beat, then we bringin' the madness Brought the beater, we bringin' the caskets I say what I mean, ain't no bendin' Got bitches, they droppin' their panties But I ain't got no time for romantics I only got time for the fetty I only got time for the fetty I only got time for the fetty I need that green, guap, lettuce I need that cheese, I need it heavy And that money fucking with my inside Oh, the money fucking with my inside