text: Niggas in the point aint changed
  Niggas in the point aint changed
  Yeah...
  A nigga ready from the get-go 
  Yall hear my shit go, its Andre
  Can yo punk ass come out to play?
  Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
  You dont know who you be fucking with, yous better off
  Dead is what I say, best run the other way
  In case of physical breakdown, yall can break now
  My kitchen full of heat, if you cant take the temp
  Make yourself exempt
  Pussy footing around dont be getting yall nowhere but stuck
  Nowhere to duck, bullets fly, niggas die
  By getting blasted, how drastic
  They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
  I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do
  But naw, I take that back, thats my problem
  Turning and walking away
  This aint gon work when they be robbing
  As long as Big Bois still living, never standing by my lonesome
  Step up, nigga, if you want some
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  Well, nigga, you softer than silicone used to pump up tits
  Its that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
  Im quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause at 50
  Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
  I used to sell dope, but in 1994
  Im making Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
  But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing
  About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
  She had me making better grades to make a better life
  But I never had no love or respect, cause wes gon be alright
  I ran the streets and broke my curfew cause I gave a shit
  I carried guns and butcher knives cause I was steadily in the mix
  Yeah, it was so hard to say goodbye, Im a man now
  Im at the end of my street, so its time to take my stand now
  I call the wild because its time to take the streets
  So if you aint got the vertebrae or big enough nuts, retreat
  Im ready to wet em up like cereal
  Just an international playa, coming through your stereo
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  3-5-7 to your forehead
  Therell be mo dead cause Im a pro, kid
  But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me
  My nine be doing fine until these niggas wants to clear me
  Off my street, but in my hood-hood, they hollering ghetto
  Dont got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
  But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
  Aint shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
  On the concrete, remember when we ran deep?
  Remember at the party when we served them niggas dandy?
  They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
  Tripping with that drama, my Berettas right beside me
  One is in the air and one is in the chamber
  Yall ask me what the fuck Im doing, Im releasing anger
  Quick to dodge danger, Im taking it one day
  At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
  You can sway with Andre, Ill take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch
  Just to let you know, yeah
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  Its on my friend, on the road again, Im traveling
  Do more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
  I got that nigga Dre, he riding shotgun
  And got my pump under my seat
  In case these youngsters wanna have some fun
  Id do it if I have to, busting caps with this, a heater
  Load it clip up after clip, Im packing my gauge, if I feel it
  The Glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
  See, I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers
  So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast you?
  You posed to be the quickest draw, but man, I hail em faster
  1-2-3, you need to think about the future
  Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
  From my hollow tips, Ill send you to an early grave
  You fucking slave, you better try another way
  To take me out is truly something difficult
  Dont even run up on me unless you want your brain broke
  Im out of bullets, letting loose my last clip
  Ima kick you in your ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped
  Yeah, thats how I do
  You know thats how I do, you know thats how I do
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  Aint no thang but a chicken wang
  Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
  Its just a pimps , Mack daddies 
  Its all about that cess in yo chest 
  Yeah, and it dont stop and it dont quit, to the motherfucking
  Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggas
  Around the East Point way
  College Park is really on the map
  We coming around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped
  With the motherfucking guns and the motherfucking Glocks
  The heaters, the gats, nigga, dont fear it and it dont stop