We grow men that we slayin' round here on the block
Nothin' but money, conversation round here You got some cheese, come to spin it round
here Your ass broke, don't be comin' round here
We got them gangs and them guns round here The rivers and pimps and them laws round here
But we ain't scared to break the laws round here
And we ain't scared to crack some jaws round here
Yeah, if I had the choice, I'd put more hours in a day here
Cause it be hard on a Memphis nigga, tryin' to get paid
Can't get no radio play, cause I refuse to pay
Can't get no recognition, cause I'm dissin' what they say
Can't get no record deal, cause I refuse to be a slave
They make it hard on a pimp, that's why I'm gon' take it
You flossin' and braggin' about what you got, you better stop
Cause niggas like me gon' pull that pussy and make your heart stop
What you cryin' for, nigga? You said you ready for war
So what you lyin' for, nigga? You got more than you bargained for
You need to stop the talkin' shit from safe places
It's your studio booze with your cruisin' and smilin' faces
Your yes men gon' get you blessed in a casualty
Them cowboys gon' hit the dope while your ass left with me
Ain't no mercy, I'ma hurt ya, I'ma show ya how it feels
Say hi and goodbye to the size 12, hit me on the grill
Nigga, now we slayin' round here Nothin' but money, conversation round here
You got some cheese clumpin' spinnin' round here
Your ass broke, don't be comin' round here We got them gangs and them guns round here
Your dealers and pimps settin' them laws round here
But we ain't scared to break the laws round here
And we ain't scared to crack some jaws round here
I ain't sittin' on 23s, I'm sittin' on 20 Gs
What you know about Mr. Ski, a pimp, Mack, and a real C, you'll see
A king, a 21, a 17, I blazed one I served my first fiend, and I made a virgin
b***h call Two birds with one stone
Them niggas can't fuck with me I had the block on fire with some local
niggas that hung with me Big homie, he runnin' with dope
And told me to keep my hope and faith No matter what niggas do, depend on yourself
and make it pay I hit the streets with six souls
And I rushed to 22 and two I served my family and my friends
And even the judge fool Uh oh, caught me a charge
From some old -aimed nigga Big homie was so persuasive
Made him drop the charge, quick up And these niggas don't want none
They call me Ski Eastwood I ain't makin' no babies, bitch
I'm sent up shop inside your hoodies And cuttin' off all circulations
From any competition And either you join a good fighter
Or find your ass missin'
We grown men and we stayin' round here
Nothin' but money, conversation round here
You got some cheese comin' spinnin' round here
Your ass broke, don't be comin' round here
We got them gangs and them guns round here
Your dealers and pimps and them laws round here
But we ain't scared to break the laws round here
And we ain't scared to crack some jaws round here
