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[Intro] Yeah! Shyheim! Young Wu! [Verse 1: Shyheim] You don't wanna battle me, I take everything personal Pussy, I shove you back in the pussy that birthed you This is me everyday, I don't go to rehearsal I smack you with this nine, spin you 'round in a circle My bank account numbers look like it's your social You on the mixtape scene but your ass still local Tryna G check me, you should be glad I ain't poke you Nigga, you think you slick, tryna get me to promote you But I'm hip to the game, man, that move's so old school You remind me of the old dudes, a bottle of Cisco Matter of fact you remind me of a blonde, that's Sisqo I'm like The Yay Area, you San Francisco Shy 'bout the dollar like that 99 cent store Is your life insured? You best done make sure Originally came for peace but prepared for war With no talk at motherfucking all, you already know [Chorus: Mr. Erbie] Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop So we out here, posted up, making chops Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock Never sweat shit, God rep your block Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop So we out here, posted up, making chops Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock Never sweat shit, God rep your block [Verse 2: Mr. Erbie] Ayo, if crime pays then dope sells, I'm cookin' Hustle with the nine, yeah, see the D's lookin' Watch 'em jump out the whip, then I'm bookin' Never lose sight, I ain't too shooken Coming from a hood, I ain't halfway crookin' You can get jacked and jook, get clapped and took Fuck a Captain Hook, it's fast knives and jooks School of hard knocks, stashed drugs in books You know the crack still slang and the guns still bang We outside in the hood, homie, fuck the rain My game's full of patience but my nerves are shot I got my back against the wall as I serve the block The dirty Northside, we stay posted, fuck the cops Ever since a kid I never gave a shit That's some shit, read your part, ain't that a bitch Real life bets, bad dreams and real life threats [Chorus: Mr. Erbie] Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop So we out here, posted up, making chops Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock Never sweat shit, God rep your block Outside gettin' money, you know the fiends don't stop So we out here, posted up, making chops Dressed in all black, .40 loaded Glock Never sweat shit, God rep your block