Reason

Niggas on the corner smokin' indo
Playas spittin' game like we came from Nintendo

Got some OG's in the pen on the lock up

And if you ain't a friend of the pen you gettin' shot up
Homies rollin' thick, smokin' bud and drinkin' mushroom
Always pack my nine millimeter by my right shoe
Screamin' bloody murder as I'm walkin' through your hood, black
Tearin' up your neighborhood, fuckin' with your hoodrats
Don't get out of pocket when you fuckin' with these murderers
Straight up out the Ward and other hoods are gettin' scared of us
Don't get out of pocket when you fuckin' with these murderers

Straight up out the Ward and other hoods are gettin' scared of us
Don't get out of pocket when you fuckin' with these murderers
Straight up out the Ward and other hoods are gettin' scared of us

Glock is on my side, the wife is on the shot
Gangstas of this trade, 'cause it takes one to know one
Ain't no me, I'm on that motherfuckin' serious
Brotha comin' hard and you hoes can't get rid of him
Niggas' orders on that motherfuckin' hard
Mixing Tussion with the knife and clappin'
Nigga flappin' less I'm flappin' with my homeboys
Hand up on my gat while I'm sippin' on a tallboy
Double-0-7 is that nigga for all seasons

I must be strapped with a gat and I'ma tell you hoes my reasons

I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops

I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock

Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops

Me? The whole world is out to get me
Strapped, 'cause I'm strapped, 'cause I'm black
With them naps, havin' them paper stacks
Jealousy is rollin' through my city
Havin' the devil up on my back up on my nuts
And at my trigger finger after the gat, 'cause I
Keeps on slippin', no, I'm not trippin'

Got the bad burner for them punk bitches
'Cause punk bitches draw my hood and creep all on my block
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my nine Glock
And in my hood I let my nuts swing low, sweet chariot
Yes, I have to carry that big fat
Big fat nasty ass gat for you hoes
Tryin' to play that real Gsterous to bust
Don't you know I gots much love for my hood
Smoke in my hood, collectin' my real good

Clap nigga, got to get my blast on
Goin' for the gash, playa
Niggas, bitches, gots get off my nuts
Real with the seven on that ass, watch I bust
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, be tap, be blastin' please

Black 'em 'til I squeeze, shit

I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops

Murder after murder in the first degree
.38 Special in yo' ass because it's in me
Buck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em, watch me buck 'em like a seatbelt
Hit you catch 'em slippin' while I'm trippin' off that ho shit
And, uh, see I done told you hoes at first, don't play me close
'Cause it ain't nothin' but that money out the back door
See I'ma murder if I have to
And it's dependin' on the money that I'm paid to run up in you

A hundred thousand will get you bucked off in a casket
Two hundred thousand will get you smothered in some plastic
A hundred thousand will get you bucked off in a casket
Two hundred thousand will get you smothered in some plastic

A hundred thousand will get you bucked off in a casket
Two hundred thousand will get you smothered in some plastic

Damn fool, I'm puttin' this chrome to your dome though
And oh, it's a bitch that got bucked
You see I brought it to your ass and I let you act

Now focus on the smoke, pound pound
I'm fresh up out the county bustin' caps, hoes

Damn motherfuckers better pull up on your throne
I had a few bitches stood behind me

And if the Six lost his mind
I see you hoes and yo, you capped on a nigga
You'd never rather pick a pill or kill us

I guess it was just the time or the season
So now I'm captain stackin' that grip, what's my reason?

I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops
I'm so fo' sho' I must be strapped with my Glock
Playa hatin' niggas, freak bitches, fuck the cops

Yeah, nigga

This goes out to all you nasty ass hoes

You busta ass niggas
And you dick in the booty ass cops

Yeah, this the motherfuckin' underground comin' at your ass
Once again, yeah
'Cause guess what?
We ain't takin' none of that ho shit
Yeah, the 5th Ward boys ain't takin' none of that ho shit
And all you dirty ass niggas get the motherfuckin' middle finger
Yeah, the motherfuckin' Juveniles got a reason
Yeah, that motherfuckin' mad bitch Chaos got a reason
And the motherfuckin' 5th Ward boys got a reason
And Young Gotti definitely got a motherfuckin' reason, bitch