[Intro - Trey Songz]
Aye, Ya'll n***as stop talking all that sh** in the club man
[Chorus - Trey Songz]
It ain't a problem we can thug it out
(Your hood, my hood)
Come show me what you talking 'bout (talking 'bout)
(Right here what's good)
Ain't a problem so just watch your mouth
(Talk tough til' we)
Erase your face and take you out (take you out)
It ain't a problem
[Verse 1 - Jay Rock]
Back in the days
Unfortunately a lot of real n***as being replaced
With all the official n***as that put frowns on their faces
Every time the m's come on they perpetrating
I guess I grew up different
I can't blame them, my childhood had to evolve around k**ers
Gangs and drug dealers, weed and c**aine
Which eventually made me who I am today
So I don't pay attention to 'em
I don't ever listen to 'em
I just brush off their loud talk
Play the background waiting for something to pop off
Watch the same n***a run to his car
Lame n***a never saw guns before
Be the same n***a talk about his guns to blow
He be considered a joke
When the hot ovens come out, it's life or d**h
Cutthroat n***as run back to their mom's house
You scared n***a
[Chorus - Trey Songz]
[Verse 2 - Jay Rock]
White [?] on the ride
Model b**h on the side
On my lap 4-5
n***a that's how I drive
On these streets homeboy it's do or die
You wouldn't know because you never came outside
The wise man said actions speaks louder than words
And you clown n***as working my nerves
Hop in the booth and say you put work on the curb
Guns in the hood but never took a [?] on the turf
Never mention that when you rapping your verse
Nah, act tough when you yap on the chirp
Ain't that some sh** your homies come around and you act like you run sh**
Then wanna question my gangsta up on some dumb sh**
Don't do that, we won't shoot where your legs is at
It's either your head or the area where your head pledging at
No allegiance, now breathing under God
b**h
[Chorus - Trey Songz]
[Verse 3 - Jay Rock]
It's funny how these n***as be so hard on a record
See 'em in the streets, these n***as be soft as a feather
Yeah the ones that be in the club and they get their chain snatched
We play for keeps so I doubt they get their chain back
Plus the ones that talk tough behind the microphone
Be the first n***as to run when the fight is on
Them n***as scary and it's easy to see
I ain't calling out names, got caller ID
n***as want beef boy you know where I be
In G projects, 112 street look
Don't need to check my resume n***a I'm good
B.L double O D n***a I'm hood
Lifting weights think he solid as a rock
Bet I knock his a** down from a .45 shot
So don't talk sh** homie when you know your a ho
Like the good Bible say boy you reap what you sow
b**h n***a
[Chorus - Trey Songz]