[Hook - 2x]
In the season of drought
The music, still let us floss
Cause we done cleaned the house
And now we legally ball
[Double D]
Now I`ma make it known, that it`s about to be on
This Wreckshop representer, I`m mashing on the mic and I`m gone
I`m isolated for eight weeks, high making beats
Underground and all over town, we heard in the streets
Bleeding the block feeding the flock, the whole nine
I`m weeding glock hit to my side, at all times
Thanking God for mine, that`s the way I prevail
And this nigga wanted to shine, so I had to make mail
To get the house and the 600, them hoes funny
Talking down when a nigga done it, that`s how I run it
Making moves with D-Reck, so niggaz don`t like it
But niggaz gotta respect that, my whole place
Protected wih AK`s and rugers, a whole gang of shooters
With high tech computers, so when it`s time to do you
My adversaries, getting carried away
That`s on the real nigga chill, cause we don`t play
[Hook - 2x]
[D-Reck]
It started off a dream, on a triple beam
Plotting on a scheme, to rock this music scene
Dre dropped the Chronic, and everybody get blunted
Now I`m moving weed with Eaz`, everybody was on it
No more crawling to balling, at a rapid pace
No more stalling to falling, I`m stuffing my safe
Relocated pent houses, I reside high rise
Went to the BMW dealership, I made foggy eyes
How lucky could I be, to meet P-A-T
Reunite with Double D, and that nigga Noke D
And that boy E.S.G., and that D-Gotti
We the Wreckshop family, making ghetto history
Now it`s on it`s on, we the head of the throne
Wreckshop in that ass, like a g-string thong
If you hating on this, you can suck my dick
D-Reck been balling nigga, way before this music shit that`s real
[Hook - 2x]
[D-Gotti]
I still remember on the block watching cops, moving rocks
Chasing dreams but it seems, I was ending up locked
In a cell, fiending for that funny fast mail
I got a story to tell, I`ve been living in hell
Selling for less, when I always wanted the best
Was it worth the chances I took, and the situations addressed
God bless my soul, I walked a mile on glass
Bare footed filled with pain, but I got down and mashed
Paid bills for my mama, even though I placed drama
So sick with Pops, I could damn near vomit
Standing still like a zombie, but my angels was watching
Now I step in Gucci insides, and I`m microphone rocking
Five thousand lyrical tossing, from the show last night
Eating teriyaki with a oriental, on a private flight
We gon ball despite, or the game with same change
I hear voices in my head, and they constantly saying
[Hook - 4x]
