Original roughnecks, hear
Check!

Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family

Look, it’s little rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob Marley
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya shorty, million dollar nigga
Don’t test, ’cause little shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me every step of the way
Hit your wards, with the pump, with your chest and your face
I’m a bloodhound I ain’t lying, I’m thugged out!
I’m from uptown and that ain’t no Beverly Hills
You wan’ know what that be like? Well, curiosity kills
Send chills up my trigger finger, blast the dummy
‘Specially if it’s a drought, I got to have the money
Take the hit, even if it’s below the average money
Got to make it through the week, and feed my family uppy
I’m just a little thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don’t even matter, they can suck what
The price right if I catch ya slipping, nigga, what what what

Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family

Eeh, what, what
What, you think I’m scared? ‘Cause of the threats that you sending me?
Little boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you telling people ’bout the people you done
But look, every time I bump into to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight now that’s not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use to kick it like Tai Bo
I don’t know what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kicking, trifling, dirty, and low
We use to split chicken ride to Texas and back
I drive the rental car while you drive the Cadillac
Shaking like a pair of hot dice
Doing 55, ducking feds, law enforcements, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold sell their soul
Treat you like Chicago in the winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44s and calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes

Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family

Nigga outta line, get smoked
I don’t kid or joke
Fucking with my B.G., off top I’m going broke
I don’t play with these niggas
I get low down and dirty
And have niggas’ brains covering the ground
I’m the number-one stunter, you don’t want my trouble
I’ll have four niggas in your ‘hood in my Hummer
I’m from back in the game, but ain’t a damn thing change
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, the price the same
My money long, within the runway at a airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib
These hoes just love the way that Baby live
But I’m a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tats
Got a Cash Money Millionaires ‘cross my back
You don’t want funk with me I don’t think you do, nigga
We’ll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
What! Bitch

Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family