Mastamind-G-Pack/Don Cisco

Mastamind - G-Pack What?! Let's Go, lets ride F**k wrong with this ni**a? F**k this ni**a tryin ta do somethin? Gimme the motherf**kin keys, let's go Got this ni**a right, y'all mothaf**kaz ready to ride We gonna take this b**ch downtown By 7 mile west to east, pull up to the club Park this b**ch on the curb, its like UH, another day another hit I'm on some other sh*t Um, stay up off my maw buckin dick Too, if you got issues with me, don't make me diss you Tell yo b**ch to come here, I like what her lips do Gangsta mental, never sentimental Hollar out the window b**ch what you tryin ta get into I got minimal love for women who f**k Ride wit me tonight, b**ch and hit me when ya grow up Suckas lookin at me mean, cause my sh*t clean I'm sick a this scene, but not sick a gettin me screens Its in my blood now, sex money and drugs now Its f**ked up now, the world is run by thugs now [CHORUS] HO! HO! HO! Its f**ked up "Its f**ked up" The world is run by thugs now HO! HO! HO! We like what now? "WHAT?!" The world is run by thugs now Aw sh*t the nights young, disciples done Might as well clear out, the cops might come F**kin blue lights, with the red in em The sh*t we do at night? Cops say f**k it cause we done Scared em How they expect us to ride, turn this thug sh*t off in Known light Jeckyl and Hyde sh*t for the rest of my life I'mma be reckless and high, check the eyes Better be some b**ches on the set when we arrive Quick to say this party dead, too many hard days The only thing that starts is a carnival of carnage And I just came to gain, see what this hoes talkin bout Get into a gang a thangs Y'all suckas ain't sayin sh*t can't see me Who you talkin to? Don't let me hafta buck at you Break somethin off in you I'm down for that Detroit dogshit We could destroy all this if you call it Y'all talk sh*t I'm walkin c'mon [CHORUS] I'm worth bout 10 in the industry 20 mil in the streets That Natas ni**a with the hottest product dealin the sweets We make ya head hurt when he network this punk Mastamind and I pledge to kick this b**ch on junk The party don't start without me don't diss or doubt me When I'm in the house its all about me, mothaf**ka Put my sh*t on the curb, when I finish the swerve Hop out bumpin that Natas sh*t ya heard We make it sound like the ground might break We get down like the biggest niggas holdin down weight Its a duty to me I raise my right hand and truly believe Nothin but that wicked sh*t rule the streets [CHORUS x4]