[Intro]
[Verse 1: Webbie]
Now I grew up around triggers, but it wasn't the triggers
It was n***as huggin' the triggers that was bustin' the heads
And I grew up around chickens, but it wasn't the chickens
It was n***as flippin' the chickens that was duckin' the feds
And I show up with a chopper, and it won't be the chopper
It'll be me bustin' the chopper that have them runnin' & scared
And I send ya to the doctor, and the doctor can try
But don't blame the doctor cause your b**h a** dead I ain't never scared mane
I been out chea I'mma be out chea you come out chea and you see me out chea
Hooked up with Bun B out chea, now we tryin' to get Pimp C out chea
Webbie mane ya know whatsup Young Savage don't give a f**
23's on every truck cause me and my n***as blowed up
Grew up around licks, but it wasn't the licks
It was n***as hittin' the licks that was makin' the bread
I grew up around b**hes, but it wasn't the b**hes
It was n***as pimpin' the b**hes that was gettin' ahead
[Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2
Now hold up (hold up)
Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up)
[Verse 2: Webbie]
I'm tellin' ya now don't play no games cause I be on some gangsta sh**
Swing ya corner creep up on ya let it loose and stank you b**hes
Bet ya coward a**es gettin' scared now ain't you b**hes
See how ya want be hoes so bend over let me spank ya b**hes
Perpetratin' boy listen, them choppers get to dumpin' and penetratin' them chests'
And the way they got me feelin' no sense in wearing vests'
I'm straight up blessin' n***as I ain't even askin' questions
sh** n***a for what?
I don't believe in askin' questions, I'mma n***a with guts
And for I let a n***a play me I jones for a buck
Close range with a .380
Leave his a** leakin' while he shakin' on the pavement
Beat'em down like a white man durin' slavery
Leave'em crying for his f**in' mama like a baby
Ol' cushion a** n***a
Actin' like a b**h and make me whoop yo a** n***a
Get your mind right ol' p**y a** n***a
[Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2
Now hold up (hold up)
Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up)
[Verse 3: Webbie]
You think this sh** a game, man you just wait till I come over there
You ain't really got to change, you might as well just k** yourself
Less your body made of steal, I'm tellin' you bring your a** home
Alright now I done said, be hard headed and get blast on
n***as with masks on, be on top of your roof
You gone think that Bin Laden people got to choppin' at you
This sh** is serious n***a my life a dramacal
If you want comedy stay inside and watch a comicview
Don't get it started unless you really want this sh** to get started
Cause when I get started this sh** gone get retarded you heard me
I grew up with nothing but soldiers and warriors you heard me
Use your common sense why the f** you think they call it the dirty
A lot of n***as get served, a lot of n***as be servin'
I like to see n***as duckin' when I be bootin' and swervin'
Cause they round here thuggin' when they should be round here t**n'
So from here on out it ain't no f**in' mercy you b**h
[Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2
Now hold up (hold up)
Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers)
Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us)
I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up)