Lyrics
I ain t tryin to have them feds runnin in my doorway, especially referring about some motherfuckin chump change, nigga don t hit me on the nextel chirp
now you cased up doin pushups in a cell
if you re tryna conversate about some motherfuckin work
talk business
You ve tuned into the sounds of the southern style djs, it s coming past your knees
We don t do no talkin over no phone, don t get surprised when that letter in the mail Nextel, you tryna jump in it not knowin that it s deep
Fuck wrong with that nigga, you talk like you wired, don t chirp my phone
tryna peep out who the motherfuckin man
they hind em
i m tryin to get a two-way
Take heed of what i m sayin, nigga don t hit me on the nextel chirp, take heed of what i m sayin
if them feds find em
Don t try to get me jammed up cause you know they listening, take heed of what i m sayin, you tryna jump in it not knowin that it s deep
what you tryin to do
I don t give a fuck if your tryna buy some purp, cause of a dumb nigga chirpin wanna talk about it naw Maceo, if you re tryna conversate about some motherfuckin work
What s the ticket goin for a four-way, if you re tryna conversate about some motherfuckin work, i ain t tryin to talk
so you better listen to the codes of the street
Nigga check the game the same since them powertel cards, them feds hind em Nextel, they find em
Them folks ear hustlin outside in a van, then i swear to god
i don t give a fuck if your tryna buy some purp
Them folks ear hustlin outside in a van, them feds hind em
you ve tuned into the sounds of the southern style djs
Nigga don t hit me on the nextel chirp, quit hittin me, what the hell
Meet me at the hideout, especially referring about some motherfuckin chump change
I m tryin to get a two-way, meet me at the hideout, what the hell