Verse one:
36 ounces of thousand in grams
I ain't never had sh**, now I plot to piss or a stick
Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick
Who want to hunger young rick
Thinking I can't get, out the situation
I'm 'bout to make these b**hes sick
Since a little n***a, started to vision n***a
Now when dophines' surely come, I know how much to give her
Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps
Catch me in the set and I'ma have what'cha want want
Playing it raw, I ain't out here for my health
And tell the Temp service, ain't blood myself
Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt
And proving thy self from cream that don't melt
Chorus:
(n***a why) Before real n***a's kiss up to the man (whomp)
36 ounces of thousand in grams
If it ain't legal and from Uncle Sam
36 ounces of thousand in grams
How I get them cars, houses, and land
36 ounces of thousand in grams
You ain't seeing sh** till money in hand
36 ounces of thousand in grams
Verse two:
My brother and cousin got a plan
Look, that dope ain't got touch my hands
But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands
A ten millimeter for protection
For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah
I cost to cigars from being broke
And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah
To old for McDonalds, that k**ed hope
And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notes, so ah
Penetentries chance's here I come
That n***a move to fast I'ma pop his a** one (pop)
Drop his a** one (pop)
Bringing home the brick
What 'ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git
Chorus