Chorus:
211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just don`t give a fuck
211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just don`t give a fuck
Verse One: {Lil` Ya}
Nigga`s be try`na rep and some fool`s
Be try`na buck but Lil` Ya that type of
Nigga that just don`t give a fuck
But Nathan and if you hatin` then
You`s a hater but I`m straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga B, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches cuz I be hittin` `em regular like
Dre be hittin` his switches
Clockin` my riches as I stroll through my hood
Puffin` on a blunt givin` love where it`s all good and
For you nigga`s who ain`t go no love
I ain`t got no love for you chumps
Cuz I`m a smoke `em and choke `em
Like a Philly Blunt
Yeah, I`m gettin` my grove on
I`m ready to move on
To another level rob some nigga`s or
Whatever I got big nut`s
I got a big heart like I said it`s been that way
Since fuckin` start, you know me from my
Fuckin` crew, you know what I`m bound to do
I got a pit, I`m ready to spit,
I`m ready to serve to uhh!
Chorus
Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
I even got`s the boogy bangin` at`cha
Grab my Zookie if I have to
Daze you up like Daz
I don`t give a fuck like Kurupt
I`m dismantlin` MC`s that come against me
Me and the Tecster in broad day light
We comin` to do thee fuck it
Of course, I`m a show no remorse
Don`t mean the boss, I never forget hoes
Verse Three: {Tec-9}
I`m gettin` skiet like that, I`m slippery like ease wax
I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and
Called me a nigga
Verse Four: { Yella Boy}
I`m dumpin` you bitches out like Boss Hog
I don`t give a fuck about y`all
You don`t know what I would do to you
But I know what`cha will do to you
I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you
Verse Five: {Tec-9}
Y`all know that I`m back
Like brand new wax on brand new Cadalac`s
I`m mourin` I`m yawnin` plus I just
Lost my equipment bag
Verse Six: {Yella Boy}
Sweatin` like a Zoo-Loo to do you
It`s best you fuckin` scram
I`m a champion I`m dumpin` on `em
I`m actin` a motherfuckin` donkey on `em
Chorus
Verse Seven {LIl` Ya}
I`m bout to do a jack
I got on all black
In my hand lies a tool that
I call my Mack
It`s like my best friend cuz when
I spin the bin it don`t get jammed
Bullet`s chargin` like a ram
You bet`s believe when them hollow`s hit`cha
You goin` in pocket bitch, you better drop it
One nigga tested my nut`s he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a Rolex, He flinched for
His gat that was stashed in his suit coat
I had to show him, I had to fuck over him
Stunt a fuckin` lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the key`s on the lab and
Niggas started pushin` slab`s
My pocket`s started gettin` swole
My knot has thickened
That`s how it is when
Nigga like Ya, is flippin` halves to
Quickers, Quarter Bird`s, to Bird`s
Keep a brew full of rock`s
Cuz my bitch need a serve,
Uploadin` kilt, puttin` in clip`s at the
Same time, beatin` you nigga`s down
With my bat if I ain`t got that iron
Leave yo Mama cryin` why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I`m done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin` dirt everyday
It`s twelve noon, let`s go get somebody
To buy some yae, can`t be no miner
Got to be a Big Tymer, because I``m down to
Pill a couple of cap`s and get these nigga`s out they snap`s
Cuz I`m
Verse Eight: {Tec-9}
You bitches don`t know the fuckin` size of this shit
I`m on the rise with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin` clip bitch
2-2-6 my boy`s comin`
Mag-11 hollow tip`s nigga
Better start runnin`
When I start comin` up the block
With my glock like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the front page
Let them bitches catch me down bad
With my 12-gage
Verse Nine: {Yella Boy}
You despise, why I`m up in disguise
Now you paralyzed plus you realize
To stop playin` with me
My click is quick to let them bullet`s fly
Click ya fuckin` self ya bitch you
For you get downed
Chorus
We droppin` `em stop playin` with me
Stop playin` with me
