Artist: T-Pop f/ Big Bub, Buddah Man, Mike D Album: Wise Guy: S.U.C. Representa Song: Pimps, Playaz, Hustlers Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Ha for real, it go down [Hook - 2x] We some pimps, playas, hustlers and FED duckers Gorilla thug niggaz, considered some head busters Equipped with a vest, if ever the lead touch us And these hoes wanna fuck us, cause we shine like clusters [Big Bub] Tre-eight with no hammer, nigga aim and squeeze Long as it's one in the chamber, then these haters won't breathe Keep it gangsta, give you the definition of thug Niggaz with hate in they blood, getting eight in they mug If the glove on fire, let the bitch niggaz burn If they ain't tal'n bout dollars, it don't make sense to be concerned I know it's a dirty world, but it's still gon turn And I ain't roll a spliff perfect, but it's still gon burn If you ain't know, your bitch ass better learn Bub spit shit, that burn like bad perms More hooks than a tackle box, got it mastered like pad locks Strapped with glocks, knocking bitch niggaz up out they socks [Hook - 2x] [Buddah Man] I enter the do', my thug niggaz put they sets in the wind It's that Dead End veteran, again I'm never caught, dipping in a Lex or a Benz This young Don in a Bentley, mash the throttle off jelly it's in me I'm wired up, leave the club scene fired up Big Bub in the parking lot, ripping the tires up Front back side to side, breaking em off With half cess for the stress, potent fo' for the cough Dub-tre's how you catch me, so come and scream at me The foreign bullet proof, no sense in pointing beams at me I'm a gangsta nigga, off the chain Fo'-fifth out the holster, with a marksman aim Equipped with game, in a six we'll jump in a nigga mix With some shit around my waist, that drop niggaz like bumper kits Night Tyson infra lights, on my nine 24/7 3-65, on my grind [Hook - 2x] [T-Pop] You got pimps playas, hustlers we on grind Whatever it take, young nigga we gon shine Get paper, because that's all I know Bleed the block ery'day, plus I'm sick of this dro 20 inches sit to the flo', so she's watching me Move a G to a ki', ain't no stopping me Situations get critical, when your funds get low Niggaz claiming they your homies, but still leaving you solo I'm rolling this bolo, and blowing it in the air Life is hard, but sometime it's fair A young devanare, you got to feel these boys Money by the tons, you better believe these boys [Hook - 2x] [Mike D] I'm a pimp playa, hogg and hustler Bitches they wanna fuck us, and niggaz they wanna buck us Up in the hood, I'm a known FED ducker Brick shifter, keep planes trains and even truckers Step in the club, getting sloppy off Hypno Miss me when I'm tipsy, gone off X-O Got my 20/20's speeding, then on the next hoe Look how she flex on the flo', and drop it so low Ever seen a watch glow, like Indiglow 24's still spinning, up under the dirt road Baby girl you in the presence, of nothing but game running I ain't been out a month, and I'm already stunting come on [Hook - 2x]