Chipper Jones - Joey Fatts

Guess who’s back in the motherfucking house

But this time we want the bricks nigga, then we out

And if he don’t comply, nigga blow his brains out

My whole family banged out so I went the same route

Moving birds down south, me and my niggas

Trapping on the block till the fed’s come get us

Mellow young guy, grew up listening to Dilla

But don’t get it fucked up, I still trip a nigga

Never had a father figure, I grew up in these streets

Straight G, keep a heater, never getting cold feet

Known to get it cracking so the homie’s love me

So whenever it’s action, know they riding for me

Snitch niggas get they fucking mama chip

Rising to prominence you other niggas counterfeit

Swing a punch, I got a forty-five to counter it

That’s what you get for starting shit, you on the corners counting split

Never gon' change

Still be that same motherfucker from the gang

Chilling with my niggas and you know they rep the same

Serving bricks, getting money, all my niggas gang bang

Motherfucker and we 'bout it

Masked up, hammer tucked, down to bust

Looking for a nigga while I’m blowing on this cannibus

Catch you niggas slipping, cock it back and do him scandalous

Toting big choppers, A.I.

with the handles bruh'