That's My Sh*t - Ludacris, Field Mob, Playaz Circle

This the hardest beat I ever heard

That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit

You see them 24's on the curb

That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit

You see them big blunts full of purp

That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit

Everything I got I worked for

That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit

Shawn Jay the type to break a ho, young chasin major dough

Cut the check with DTP, now chickens try and play me close

Ballin in the mall with Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes

Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I take your ho

Niggas see I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow

Underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow

Put Georgia on your mind and now I’m ridin on the radio

Your ass ain’t no DJ, my advise stop playin me folk

I’m ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin

In my plastic sack, I got more purple than Baby Bops buddy

So materialistic, we’re chopping early today

What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet

15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pass em

Watch the chamillion paint flop, like Chingy’s last album

Cocoa Chanelle frames, on woodgrain

Old grain blown thangs on my hip, but that’s the clips

I’m married to the streets and this beef shit’s apart of it

Jumped out with heat, niggas didn’t want no parts of it

Pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something

Fuckin all these niggas hoes, that ain’t ever dawned on me

Tired of the fussin, bitches blushin, bumrushin

The car treat me like a star but I ain’t done nuttin

Summer almost over with but I ain’t done frontin

They hate we gettin money, we gon make these niggas love it

Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes

Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes

Three fifty seven Glock, nine, a tech twenty two

Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos

This hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones

They play it in their chevy loud plus it’s a club song

That’s seven fourty five, that’s my whip

The biggest house in the neighborhood, that’s my shit

I get high like cooley, ruling with the toolin

On a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty

Niggas all flashy, showing off their jewelry

Til I shoot it through their heart like cupid

Give it to 'em raw like sushi, then I’m back on the groupies

Young nigga with a gun nigga, Norfclik where I’m from nigga

Shut up and roll that blunt nigga and I don’t even stunt nigga

Quiet cause I hit them lips, roll up on a nigga with a clip now that’s my shit

I may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy

Comin down topping blades, call me The Last Samurai

I’ll cut cha, gun butt cha, Knuck ya then buck ya

It calls for Hammer Time if you think we can’t touch ya

Cause we too legit to quit, nigga run up on your click nigga

Not action heroes but we all making six figures

So put your choice to it, women get moist to it

A songs worth a million once I lend my fucking voice to it