This a trap
   This aint no album
   This aint no game
   This a trap (trap muzik)
   [Repeat 8x]
  
   [1st Verse]
   Welcome back to the trap
   Niggas back in the trap
   Wit another heavy chevy
   Big dope boys and trap
   All you rap niggas role out
   I trap when it's cold out
   Whack niggas flyin
   But I stay down to I'm sold out
   Cause down a hundred ground
   Like a rapping in a dope house
   Man wherever I be
   The feds got me scoped out
   Mother f***er let my nuts hang
   Block out the duc canes
   Cook it to it bubbles
   Doulble fast as a mustang
   I know you think you f*** man
   But little showty tuff man
   Been a long time
   Since a nigg from Alanta
   Spit this nuts game
   Thats a very few of real niggas
   So how could they give nigga
   The feelin that a real nigga
   Would get around a real nigga
   All they do is still niggas ideas
   And rhythm wit em
   Holla sumthin similar
   Talking bout the hood
   Like they hung in em
   I got a million rhythms
   Want em come get em
   What bi*** you p**** nigga
   I'm just havin fun wit em
   [chorus repeat 8x]
  
   [verse 2]
   Still telling niggas
   I aint wholing I aint crolling
   When the 12 hit the corner
   I aint brolling I aint rolling
   Keep the coat stretch out
   Like Carl Louis Hamstring
   Stepped on like I'm working
   With the damn thing
   Drible baby aint seen
   What I do to a ounce of doe
   A whip man on my pager
   Like I pay you folks
   To whip somemoore
   I'm doper than the fluid cellur
   I flip it all up by myself
   I give my niggas recipes
   So they can turn to sumthin else
   They love to work
   Thats why I keep em comin
   Like conlasions plate
   We flip the cake
   We move this sh** from Georgia
   Baby state to state
   Attemadate
   Niggas in the city
   Who've been moving weight
   Nobody loosing weight
   They f*** with us
   Cause you've been known to hate
   Demonstrate
   The way we turned the trout
   Out in '98
   Sarted out in '95
   Started out with nicks and dimes
   Niggas you done lost your mind
   Thinking you could set up shop
   Pimpin I respect the game
   Lets take this to another block
   [chorus repeat 8x]
   [outro talk]
  
   [outro verse]
   Pimp squad
   Showty still in the trap
   When I spot a scene hot
   With the man name Jon
   And the collad green pot
   On alot of straight hen
   And alot of green pot
   Compation in a range
   Like he gotta be stop
   Well maybe I will be
   But probably not
   Oh what the blood cloak
   You try to knock em out and he sock
   Listen to me I'm serious
   Thinkin how did he not
   End up way up
   On the top of Detroit
   If come where I was
   You gotta be pop
   And if you really want to pop
   And I rather be dropped
   Listen pops
   Want to know a little more
   About rap
   Firts rule this is real
   It aint just a record deal
   Its a trap
   [music continues]
   [music fades]