Out There - A Cappella

Hey, pass me a beer, man

Here you go

Man, that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot

Slangin' that shit, for about the last 4-5 days, man

With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet

I don't even think so, I wonder, is he smoking or selling?

That shit, he had to be smoking or snortin' something

To be up for them 4-5 days

Naw, I heard he shot somebody, man

For real?

That's why he probably can't go home

Yeah, you know lil' watch car been missing too, man

I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to

That's why the police been drivin' around so hard

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah) rocks in my sock

Pocket full of chips (we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass)

Watchin' for the pigs

Splittin' hater's wigs (and turn him on in, we need to, man)

(Make that little change man) stackin' me some grip

Player can you dig? (get some mo' beers or something)

Blunt to my lips (we gone do that)

Gun on my hip (need to hurry up and gone)

Rocks in my sock (turn that nigga ass in, man)

(Make this neighborhood a little bit safer man) pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs (a little bit more)

Splittin' hater's wigs (at least for us, or something)

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane

If yo' ass step, I'ma be down town, mane

Fourth floor bound, mane, that's if I get caught, mane

Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane

See, I gotta die, mane, don't you even try, mane

Enemies gonna bleed, once I let these bullets fly, mane

Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane

Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane

I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane

That, a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane

Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane

Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane

See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane

Why you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool, mane

Project ain't a duck, mane, see I know what's up, mane

Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine

On a dog's ass, if his ass don't get on a grind

Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head

Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed

It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street

But the street, is the only thing I see paying me

Quarter-key, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake

Slanging guns, slanging T.V.'s, mane I'm tryna' make

All I can my nigga, French ho, at a ho's house

Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth

Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio

Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho

You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me

I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet

Get the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal

Nigga please, you say you don't steal, I'ma keep it real

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Haters like to get a playa twisted, in that bullshitter

A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter

Yo' ass get-a, shot up by the nine mill'-a

Your cap, I drill-a, when fuckin' with a real nigga

The chrome trigga', should regulate a punk quicker

The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned, off that brown liquor

You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz

Quit spreading rumors, like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch

My trunk, is the bed for a kidnap victim

Hollow-point hit him, pull out my gun, your hands you get them

Up in the air-a, because you came to me in error

Don't want to scare ya', say you a man? Then face the terror

I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off, like a melon

Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'

It's armageddon, in North Memphis, crack, we sellin'

You pass me that potent weed, is what they yellin'

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs