[Sticky Fingaz]



Yo, don't let nobody else up in this booth



Chorus: RAM Squad



I see nothing but gangstas up in here

I see nothing but ballers up in here

I see nothing but dope stacks up in here

I see nothing but flossers up in here

Ah Yeah

We gon mash it up

If you ladies want war we gon blast it up

If you bitches got bling flash it up

R.A.M Squad, Universal gon stack it up

Ah Yeah



Verse One: Nelly



You can catch me in my ??? nigga

Or at the bar with some girl toastin up

Any you open mouth niggers I'm a close 'em up

Anybody wanna try I'ma burst it up

I put a T.V. ??? rest her on

I left a tattoo of Nelly plus I was on on

They should have point at the ??? and get no rested on

I'm in the times nigga plus change is bond

Yeah I left with five bitches and I came alone

Have you niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone

Fedz let me run my game

Cuz yall gon know my name when I bust that thang

I like to shower in the club

I need more Christmas

Niggas twist in the club

Like who the fuck is this

Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our shine

I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine aiight



Chorus:



I see nothing but gangstas up in here

I see nothing but ballers up in here

I see nothing but dope stacks up in here

I see nothing but flossers up in here



Verse Two: RAM Squad



I'm in the jet like diamonds... shinin'

Twenties on the S-Tank system bombin'

Rocks off the chain man... been grimmin'

Ball till my knees mash

Stash for the new Jag

I'm now, win now got money to let my friends know

Bend down, bend down, down underground

When I pop up spray relms

In and out of town for white ice

But I ain't playin' true down

Cuz I'm platinum bound

Gon through plus stacks

Rugged like the motherfucker named Blacks

Big Benz, Big Rims, Big spendin' it up

Big ballin' ass nigga from the end of the Dub

C'mon



Chorus: Sticky Fingaz [Nelly]



I see nothing but gangstas up in here

I see nothing but ballers up in here

I see nothing but dope stacks up in here

I see nothing but flossers up in here

Ah Yeah



[Aiight we gon mash it up]

[I'm in the 69 Rolls nigga gas it up]

[Anything on the road I'm gon class it up]

[80" four screen screech trash it up]



Verse Three: RAM Squad



Niggas want rhymes

Yall bout to hear me shine

If I don't sign back with quarters and dimes

I'm nothin' but a baller till the day that I die

I'm a live my life of crime



Verse Four: Sticky Fingaz



Don't trust no thug I'm around the clock

Hopped out the spot lyin' around the block

Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the rocks

No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and glocks

Hennesy straight in the glass hold the ice

I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of dice

Got bitches heads turning like the poltergiest

Except they ain't gold diggers they want diamonds now

Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in town

Yo son your man wildin' better calm him down

Before I beat with the handle and turn him into a vegetable

And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall



Verse Five: RAM Squad



Ball out like Stoudamire

Wave back hairs dry like urban fire

Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky rider

We out in St.louis like Mark McGwire

Twist snips spit fire like a tone ???

Millionaire in the ring rock the gold barreta

Got the cream cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla

Tooth out baller yall learn to be betta

Put keys in the hood call me Mr. C

Heavy neck with the bling like Mr. T

Seen Nelly's blue truck so I copped the V

Paid my way out of court so I copped a plea

Now my slang like Onyx

Puff on chronic

Hear my voice hooked on phonics

Everyone want to be a baller yo

Wanna be a big shot, shotcaller yo



Chorus 2x: Sticky Fingaz [Nelly]



I see nothing but gangstas up in here

I see nothing but ballers up in here

I see nothing but dope stacks up in here

I see nothing but flossers up in here

Ah Yeah



[Aiight we gon mash it up]

[I'm in the 69 Rolls nigga gas it up]

[Anything on the road I'm gon class it up]

[80 inches, four screen screech trash it up]

Ah Yeah