4 Kings (feat. T.I., Young Jeezy & Pimp C)

Ladies and gentlemen

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla, "Whoop, whoop", homie, if you see them laws

Got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla, "Whoop, whoop", homie, if you see them laws

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' thangs, mane

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' thangs, mane

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I'm in the Porsche, no passenger

Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker

See, didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate

Made sure mama had food on that dinner plate

You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss

Some birds never landed, but at least I didn't get caught

We don't even use scales, **** break off a brick

Whatever over is yours, homie, just take it and get

They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' about stoppin'

'Cause soon he tried to quit

That's when the feds came, got him

Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine

I'm still paranoid, though, from what I left behind

Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' with Buck now

Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now

Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap

You put us together, ****, the streets finna eat, yeah

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' thangs, mane

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' thangs, mane

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

Remember standin' in the trap with five or six, over vision and a pyrex

That **** who ordered that quarter ki ain't even came by yet

Blew a whole O of dro and I ain't even high yet

Spent four G's or more when I ain't even fly yet

Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'

They done gave her twenty mil, we a big deal, pimpin'

Think that we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'

'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill, pimpin'

Get it, how he used to live and keep on fakin' for the women

In life, we all make decisions even when face with collisions

Like me at 13, out with no supervision

Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin'

Seen daily on the block, need Yay, we on the block

Keep the hatin' to yourself 'cause that AK be on the block

Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop

Went from standin' on the block with rock to standin' on the top

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' thangs, mane

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' thangs, mane

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

Let's go, one for the bread, and two for the blow

Mister 17.5, damn right it's gonna snow

Told y'all I was gonna blow, Kinky B said so

Or not, back to chargin' six hundred for a O

Ain't nothin' to a G, shit, I've been here before

Alley hoop, ****, all you gotta do is score

I turned the brick into a label, ****, I'm a boss

Brush my teeth in the mornin', I ain't even gotta floss

I sold two million records and half a million O's

Add it all up it's about a billion rocks

You can't be serious, you **** ain't for real

Just my ears alone is like a quarter mil

Hit them by the tech, and blow half your budget

I do it for the streets and motherfuckers love it

Just copped the new Bent, you know your boy pay cash

Now that's Thug Motivation for your motherfuckin' ass, wassup?

I was standin' on the corner slangin' caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' things, man

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' caine

Tryna make it do what it do

Just another young **** havin' things, man

I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla, "Whoop, whoop", homie, if you see them laws

Got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla, "Whoop, whoop", homie, if you see them laws