We comin' at you live from the home of the pine box, hit 'em up
Every block, every boulevard, get 'em up
You know the name in the game, whattup doe
We still bang, bang, band, whattup doe
Up in the spot, you wild black at
Down a couple of bottles and party your pants sag
It's poppin' off dawg, oh, you gangsta with it
It's poppin' off dawg, let's get gangsta with it
Yeah, when sh** pops off in the club it's all us
It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts
Try to remember me from when the real n***az cussed
And we have our pride, live n***az throw it up
'Bout to switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks
I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin'
I still do it with Foxx, still do it with Tef
Still do it with Fame still do it to d**h I
Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me
n***a you a punk, my homies get it in and we let it out
A pistol in the waist is mo' different
From a pistol in the trunk
So, act up if you want it
Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800
F I Z Z Y dub-oh-mack
Brownsville where you at? Where you at?
n***az wonder how me and Fame remain strong
Five albums, six deals and we still on
My lil' homies trainin' to bang, we straight arm
To let 'em feel the pain of the game we play God
So now, we back n***a with straight bombs
And in fact n***a it's napalm
So stay calm, I get to twitchin' my arm
Grippin' hittin' you with e'rythin' I got in my palm now
Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants
I borrow a rap line from a legend and put it with mine
Whatever rapper sh** is hooder than mine?
This is Brook-Nam phenomenon, yeah, the whole nine yards
You know that old bullsh** that we be on
'Cause where we at we adapt to drama
And I tackle the track like you yapped my momma
I've been branded and labeled a bandit
Stuck in the cut on some quicksand sh**
One motion, pull click a** clique
I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit
For y'all n***az thinkin' I'm sick and then hopeless
I'm just winnin' and bringin' the dope sh**
So I slay y'all, you get what you pay for
We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar n***a
Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
Blow the horns on 'em, blow the horns on 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em