[Chorus x2] Now what about us Ooh they got us fucked up They forgot about us Ooh they got us fucked up I went to jail cause they say that I be selling
like a western flick, the club is crunked Henney and Chris you know that boy's tore up About 8 or 9 black stallions riding up It's Mr. Biggs screaming showdown I'm like, what
cuz I reminisce about boom-bap You just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rap And can never change that, the fact you make soft shit Embarassed so you gotta remind us about
wouldn't be the same if the paper wasn't amongst us I used to wonder what the funk was The Bigg Homie said 'Give em what they want cuz' I can't remember
(feat. J.R. Writer) [Jim Jones](talking) Yea, Jones...Capo Status You know what this is about! Its about riders... all my states around the countries