Hook 4 What

Strap and D.O we was out here thuggin', that's without a care

No time to break it down, I just got it in, got it out of there

No trippin' if we seen them lights, tap the gas, kuzzo outta there

Roll them boys on up, we was hittin' them speeds with sonic flair

I can't stand a fake nigga that's doin' all that preachin

I see fake niggas in style, can't believe you got a season

You ain't never tough, sick of niggas claimin' that they demons

Bitch, we really in the field, throwin' shit up like Willie Beamon

Now, wait, where you got me fucked up is where them slugs at

Come off like police, you always askin', where them drugs at

What you know about workin' Two, three lines and them geeks tug back