That's My N**** (with Meek Mill, YG & Snoop Dogg)

Ooh, ooh
 This that Philly-Bompton shit
 Yeah, haha
 I'm on the Eastside rollin' with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up (nigga, that's my nigga)
 I'm a 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me
 Baller ammo, I got 40 rounds though
 Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low
 He count on me even when I move slow
 Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas)
 Come through poppin' with all my niggas (my niggas)
 You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
 You should've seen how we ate last dinner
 I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
 I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
 In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga
 'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em
 Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no
 Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh
 They tryna have me on some sucker shit
 I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script
 Came through the block with everything that's new
 Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2
 I can't fuck with him if he ain't true
 They like, "He alright, but he ain't you"
 We like, five milli' on board the ship
 I was the richest nigga on the tip
 Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
 Open the gate, jump on the lift
 And now we headed to the Westside, rolling in some hot shit
 Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
 You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit
 You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic
 You be only fuckin' with niggas that be on cop shit
 I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin'
 You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin'
 Spray up your corner over some nonsense
 I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
 Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?
 Dump on a nigga for some silly shit
 A hundred four rounds when the milli' kick, yeah
 Gang bang niggas who he really with (Crip!)
 And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law
 Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga
 Roll through the city, of violence
 Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
 Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
 Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
 Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
 Come through the hood and you will get fucked off
 Nigga, this's crip on my, two times
 Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga
 What y'all thought? We criss to cross
 You miss, your loss, we settin' it off
 I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
 
 Ooh, ooh
 This that Philly-Bompton shit
 Yeah, haha
 I'm on the Eastside rollin' with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up (nigga, that's my nigga)
 I'm a 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me
 Baller ammo, I got 40 rounds though
 Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low
 He count on me even when I move slow
 Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas)
 Come through poppin' with all my niggas (my niggas)
 You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
 You should've seen how we ate last dinner
 I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
 I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
 In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga
 'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em
 Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no
 Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh
 They tryna have me on some sucker shit
 I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script
 Came through the block with everything that's new
 Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2
 I can't fuck with him if he ain't true
 They like, "He alright, but he ain't you"
 We like, five milli' on board the ship
 I was the richest nigga on the tip
 Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
 Open the gate, jump on the lift
 And now we headed to the Westside, rolling in some hot shit
 Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
 You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit
 You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic
 You be only fuckin' with niggas that be on cop shit
 I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin'
 You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin'
 Spray up your corner over some nonsense
 I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
 Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?
 Dump on a nigga for some silly shit
 A hundred four rounds when the milli' kick, yeah
 Gang bang niggas who he really with (Crip!)
 And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law
 Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga
 Roll through the city, of violence
 Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
 Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
 Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
 Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
 Come through the hood and you will get fucked off
 Nigga, this's crip on my, two times
 Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga
 What y'all thought? We criss to cross
 You miss, your loss, we settin' it off
 I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
 
 Ooh, ooh
 This that Philly-Bompton shit
 Yeah, haha
 I'm on the Eastside rollin' with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up (nigga, that's my nigga)
 I'm a 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me
 Baller ammo, I got 40 rounds though
 Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low
 He count on me even when I move slow
 Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas)
 Come through poppin' with all my niggas (my niggas)
 You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
 You should've seen how we ate last dinner
 I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
 I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas
 In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga
 'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em
 Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no
 Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh
 They tryna have me on some sucker shit
 I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script
 Came through the block with everything that's new
 Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2
 I can't fuck with him if he ain't true
 They like, "He alright, but he ain't you"
 We like, five milli' on board the ship
 I was the richest nigga on the tip
 Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
 Open the gate, jump on the lift
 And now we headed to the Westside, rolling in some hot shit
 Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
 You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit
 You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic
 You be only fuckin' with niggas that be on cop shit
 I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin'
 You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin'
 Spray up your corner over some nonsense
 I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
 Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?
 Dump on a nigga for some silly shit
 A hundred four rounds when the milli' kick, yeah
 Gang bang niggas who he really with (Crip!)
 And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law
 Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga
 Roll through the city, of violence
 Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
 Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
 Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
 Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
 Come through the hood and you will get fucked off
 Nigga, this's crip on my, two times
 Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga
 What y'all thought? We criss to cross
 You miss, your loss, we settin' it off
 I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
 We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
 And the feds looking pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
 Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
 And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up