[Intro: Lil Shuan]
Shaun on tha beat

Shaun on tha beat

[Chorus: LoLife Blacc]
Man... This n***a say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'?
'And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...
Why you still come shop wit' us?
Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us
Man... This n***a say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'?
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...
Why you still come shop wit' us?
Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...

[Verse 1: LoLife Blacc]
Piped up backwards... You done fucked yo' bossman's money
C-O-D, when I pull up; Ain't doin' no frontin'
Front do', back do'; Still pull tricks for da money
Stayed down, flipped that shit; I spend my own money
Never been a 'worker', but you still can get some work from me
22-hundred pounds, I back that truck up; Get yo' spot bumpin'
Got pure 'Gambin' 31, hit with cut.. And it's still jumpin'
1-36, yo' money short... That's why yo' nose burnin'
Bitch, you lookin' at the 'Socket', I'll shit on your plug
Break down 4-48's, and still would serve a bitch a 'dub'
Went from half's, to bags, to 'cuties' to 'zips'
It's sad to say...This some sad shit...
[Chorus: LoLife Blacc]
Man... This n***a say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'?
'And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...
Why you still come shop wit' us?
Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us
Man... This n***a say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'?
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...
Why you still come shop wit' us?
Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...

[Verse 2: MPA Turk]
I had a dream, I was in Medellín
Lookin' for things, then some men started askin' me-
'Did I want some clean?', I said, "Yeah"
He said, 'He had a friend' who a Mexican
Who gon' stamp 'em, wrap 'em in saran, crab 'em in a van
"How far you can get 'em?", 'All the way to Texarkana'
I said, "Cool, I'ma grab 'em; Stash 'em, --Alabama"
'33' me, Patrick Ewing, in the Atlanta
A mill’ a week, at ease; 23's on the Phantom
Bitch, free me; Po' 3's in my Fanta
Yo' bitch on her knees, givin' cheese ona' camera
She gon' sneeze on my 'D', for some Ri', Ri' sandals (*Hahaha*)
[Chorus: LoLife Blacc]
Man... This n***a say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'?
'And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...
Why you still come shop wit' us?
Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us
Man... This n***a say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'?
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...
Why you still come shop wit' us?
Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...