[Featuring Tru (Silkk C Murder) Mercedez]

I got nu thin to lose (ungh!)

Pass me a ski mask a glock and my tennis shoes

I got nu thin to lose

Pass me a ski mask a glock and my tennis shoes (ungh!)

Chorus: Mercedez

You need to get your life together

(hit em up get em up stick em up)

South money and hustlin don't last forever

(Hit em up get em up stick em up)

Some say that G's make the world go round

(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down?

(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[Master P]

Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy

I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me

Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it

Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever

Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up

I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck

Mama need food in the icebox

And I need some new Jordan with some white sock

Bout to rob Peter, to pay Paul

The ghetto got me crazy, but I won't fall

On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up

down South with the task all on it *sirens*

Bout to put five in the stash box

Called the C-Murder up for them plastic glocks

Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on some chicken

Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin riches

No longer, livin in condos

It's mansions and fifty inch windows

Marble floors, tailor made suits

Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof

Me work a nine to five, fool I like the good life

Seen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I ain't livin right

Me give it up, I get rowdy

Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, bout it

Chorus

[Silkk the Shocker]

I gots, nu