AhYea - 8Ball, HÄWK

Ahyeah, get down, do what they wanna do

Get down, from the back

I was born in poverty, nigga runnin with them killas

Hard liquor drinkin niggas, prostitutes, and drug dealers

Real hoes, money makin pay the bills

Hoes suck a dick and even strap on dildos

Powder bag blowin, syrup sippin, stick dippin

On my knees shootin dice in my mama kitchen

Shinin silver pack seem to sell quicker than crack

Niggas get down on that brown and don’t know how to act

The devil got him now and only God can bring him back

Evil spirits and empty pockets make a nigga react

What make a nigga take a life before thinkin about it?

Anger management, controllin it, and reroute it

Cinderella and that doj' got my mind cloudy

Come at 5 spray the uzi when the club crowded

Out of the roof of the coupe straight to the loot

Fuck a hoot, nigga slab ridahs want proof

Ah yeah we gettin crunk tonight

Get down and some niggas wanna funk tonight

Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight

Get down and make some niggas clown tonight

Ah yeah we gon get buck tonight

Get down, these ho’s they wanna fuck tonight

Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight

Get down and make some ho’s clown tonight

Give me a reason niggas murder and massacre for the cheese

Worthless bitches and cocoa leaves by the keys

Under siege feds lookin for powder traces and loot

Got chipped by a bird that used to fly in my coop

Still tennin with them twinkies and I keep my 4−5th hidden

Life taker for for them playa fakers sniffin and trippin

Real is more than just a phrase niggas use in vein

People die and mothers everywhere felt the pain

Hard to explain how her baby head got blowed off

Parked in a red zone and got his life towed off

You can label me the under boss

This is the only way I know to get my point across