(Lil' Scrappy chorus) I ain't switching I ain't snitching I ain't bitching I ain't flipping I ain't dipping I'ma stand up like a man and take I ain't ducking I ain't dodging I ain't working I ain't (Incomprehensible) my nigga I'ma stand up like a man and take Goin' hate real hard Like them niggas did God My nigga I'ma stand up like a man take Gave up my bitch I ain't stunting that shit (Lil' Scrappy verse 1) So you niggas wanna throw bottles And hoes swallow Try to hate out of me You gon' need an Impala I all I do is fuck models I'm slinging rap like crack From da A to Chicago Gotcha ya born leaders So the real G follows Seeking that smoking weed In my Chevy Monte Carlo I don't know why you tryna holla Dem niggas hating over there I hope you got ya dollar Yeah I know you see ya boy toma With a couple of broads With my jewerly all on See my T-shirts and vest All over my chrome Dis nigga hating like he got another ass at home Hey I got my mama's blood in me So my heart a fighta And if I put it on my hood Dat mean I'ma rida I be wishing shit be all good And my days get brighta But I don't be stunting and shit I just spark up da fire (Chorus) (Lil' Wayne verse 2) Ok you niggas wanna throw bottles, and hoes swallow My niggas they throw hollows, and mo follow Like TNT, I know Drama, so I'm-a Keep that AK like Osama, fuck ya honor Motherfucker, fuck your mama! To the 10th power Fill his body with embalma, him a goner! Stop a nigga like a comma, no informer! But we got that white boy, that snow, that informer! Yeah, I got work like an employer. 10 guns, 10 goons, and 10 lawyers. And I ain't tryin' to ignore ya... But money talks - you should let your money talk for ya. (Where you on?) On a corner, right in front of granny. 7 gram special... welcome to the Grammies! And only new money make me happy... So I'm about to take the old ones, split it up with Scrappy. (Chorus)