作曲 : Freeman, Jenkins, Stewart
Last time I checked I was
The man on these streets

They call me residue
I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow
Now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated
I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends
In the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that
Keep me high like the moon

Yeaaaa  I'm an affiliate  I know hitman

I'm a hater like you  f**k my wristband

Nigga sneak this and
That ain't how we play

F**k with mind  get ya drama like the DJ
That's right

Now tell me I ain't real
This AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill

Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes

Got a hundred niggaz with me
And everybody gon' shoot  yeah

Try me nigga  that's your first mistake

Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate

The whole pie like Domino's  yes indeed

I'm tryna stack my bacon up
I need extra cheese  hey

You can try dawg but it ain't easy  nope
Mix the flake with the soul
You got Young Jeezy  damn

You still wanna talk blow man

Soft white like Alaska  call me snowman

Smoke purp' by the pound
O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then
Again on the fifth  yeah

We trap or die nigga geah

Oh  we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga
'Cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice  yeah

We trap or die nigga geah

Oh  we trap or die nigga

Post on the block  rain  sleet  snow  sunny

Slow motion  don't nothin'
Move but the money  geah
Trap all day  day  with no lunch breaks  nope
It's dinner time but
A gangsta cookin' pancakes
Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks
Time to ship it outta town

You know Saran's the wrap  yeah

Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose  geah
In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose  hey

Smoke purp' by the pound
O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then
Again on the fifth  yeah

We trap or die nigga  geah

Oh  we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga
'Cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice  yeah

We trap or die nigga  geah

Oh  we trap or die nigga

Yeah  back up in the hood again
Where it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab
Grippin' on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place
Where you should've been
In case you don't understand
I'ma make it understood again
King of the underground
My gangsta will never fail
You 'bout to make me go postal
For f**kin' with my mail
You got the connect but you
Ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it
That shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch  recognize that
Your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm finna break some bread with the feds
You dumb as hell
I been around the block before
Sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't f**k around when
The feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summer time get too hot
I wait for winter when it's cooler
U G K  for life  free the Pimp
You know the deal
In P A T  it's trap or die and
We ain't down for gettin' killed
Smoke purp' by the pound

O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth  yeah

We trap or die nigga geah
Oh  we trap or die nigga

And these hoes love a nigga
'Cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice  yeah

We trap or die nigga geah
Oh  we trap or die nigga