Song Lyrics

Up 24- 7 it's bananas
Sleep in street clothes, no manners
So we hustle in pajamas
'till the law try to slam us wit they cameras and they tappers
Feed a pigeon bitch only crackers
Haters got a problem get them tacklers
Like Brett Favre my niggaz Packers
I ain't gotta touch you I will smash ya'
Like a roach in the cabinet but ridicule you faster
Be the real reason why your girl say f*ck faster

You can play that role homie that's alright (alright)
But I will lose them nerves nigga that's on life (on life)
You can play that role homie that's alright (alright)
But I will lose them nerves nigga that's on life (on life)
You can play that role homie that's alright (alright)
But I will lose them nerves nigga that's on life (on life)
You can play that role homie that's alright (alright)
But I will lose them nerves nigga that's on life (on life)

When you run ya' mouth on my hood the shit gets around
Let's keep it to wax unless ya'll wanna go to the pound
But ya'll wack talkin' that slick shit up in ya raps
To entertaining niggas MOB gives a round of applause when we clap
Niggaz be on my Jock
Have as much dough as you want but I bet you get robbed on the spot
Ya'll niggas not hot, that's a publicity stunt
Puttin' yo life up for what you want instead of what you need
bankrupt

Talking like a beast, you're the size of a drug fiend
I up thing you tryna block the heat like sunscreen
357 I ain't talking in math code
wet yo ass up, it's a wrap like a bath robe

And my man's let it be told
2 of the hottest niggas from the AP wit the same goal
Fuckin' bitches, making music, stackin' this dough
Stand up Murder-Ap 'cause these niggas don't know
(Northside stand up, Murder-AP, southside, Saint Paul)
(Naw mean nigga f*ck it stand up, show ya' pie for this shit my nigga)

Jaime Bierman, Ronald Baker