Huh had to bring it back for the muthaf**kin 2006
It's goin down b***h
Fly h*es and chains and swangin thangs
Y'all remember that s**t
Remember that s**t
Talkin 'bout
Just another young playa havin thangs man
It's really goin down in the
God d**n South
Young girls poppin p***y with them golds in their mouth
Young boys comin up layin it down in the cut
Never fallin in a rut 'cause life was made for us to strut
Strut
Never take for granted take the bull by the horns
Horns
Sippin on somethin sweet blowing green popcorn
Corn
I'm trill
I'm country 'til the end my n***a
The underdog young hog f**k the pen my n***a
But this a waste of bodies
Bodies
A waste of time
Time
A waste of spirits you amateur and a waste of mind
Mind
You ain't really tough 'cause you been dying little fool
Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool
I rather grip off grain
Grain
Get head in the lane
Lane
You can have them h*es' bodies
I'm possessing they brains
Possessing they brains
Comin up on 'em in a wide body frame
H*e can't even pronounce the name
Fly h*es and chains and swangin thangs
Swangin thangs
Yeah Big Mike y'all Yeah
From CD sales to jail cells
From diamonds that shine to eatin slop straight up off a chow line
From walkin that fine line uhh to 12 jurors decidin mine
From bein free to bein confined
From bein loved to bein despised many times
I cried For not allowin that bulls**t to slide
It was a pill that
I couldn't swallow â€" loaded the strap with the hollows
After takin to the head a whole bottle
I did that not thinkin twice about the consequences '
'Til I served d**n near 4 years behind the fences
All my folk were like"Big Mike you trippin""Get it together" if
I could I woulda done somethin different
Uh From G walkin to slippin yeah to flippin them caliper pagers
Day after day sweatin 'em out in them cages
Patiently waiting on the day when
I can get back at it
Work that magic collect that cabbage