These niggas ain't feelin us

It's the best kept secret, baby

Down south

We got women on the beach

Swerve on streets

Players ridin drop

And the flips won't stop

[Verse 1]

Now tell me what y'all know about a player like me comin through steppin

I'm wreckin, New Orlean'an, and in 1984 turned Texan

Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself

Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt

With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game

I had to pass em by cause it really wasn't my thing

Now don't you wanna scream it like you mean it

To them fools who said I couldn't do it

The ones that said that if I left the group, then I'd be ruined

Keep on doin what you're doin

That's what my conscience said, use your head, and you'll win

Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn't really my niggas

They reneged, they couldn't stand to see me get big in the business

That's why they player-hated me

Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee?

It never faded me cause I know where my head is at

Know where I'm headed at, that's why I keep on makin...

[Chorus]

Now the deeper the root

The bigger the square of the loot

When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool

I'm speakin the truth, partner, seek and you'll find

Southern dialect, I'm regulatin, that's how I gets down for mine

[Verse 2]

It's on to the break of dawn

So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes

That's puttin these knots in my pocket? I'm

About to rock until I can't no mo'

I'm takin this here all the way to the bank for dough