Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I worry about now? Nigga you think weatherin' the storm And comin' from the I came from You I'ma call all the way and get scared?
Nah I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this shit go out the window now man I'm all too with this shit My nigga I'm straight ya dig? believe that shit man hey
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the Just a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The plexers and the Let me up my Impala, boy holla at my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
I couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and but shawty I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler son of one Taught me how to run, I went from that to number one
Had a ones, I bought a slab flipped another one Sold my little three eighty east and I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it like some bubblegum Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm but a young
Buck, say, What? Then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy nuts exchange Old niggaz whole face 'Cause I spray the nigga's whole up Wet the from the waist up
They try you once and you pull a And then tell 'em don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case You can sell to me, intentionally
Another nigga it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from Who it all the day I bet he say he from that
Hey you can the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, fiction Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my record, I'm highly respected
gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how times he saw my face For, here, pistol there,' 'violation here, violation here' ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there
I it down, where ever I go I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, whether it's snow or movin' 'dro between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', everybody say they story Mine on 'Larry King,' is on 'Maury' At the end of the day, it seems to won't go I guarantee The Heart of the that you pray
You can keep the car, the clothes, the and the hoes Just a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The plexers and the Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm straight hey I'm straight
Snowman bitch, I two seaters It's a cold world, so I two heaters I'm straight, you betta ask Matter nigga you can just ask me me
A little aggressive, yeah, I just might be But half the niggaz in the hood just me damn You wonder why a nigga talk balls all day? You should try standin' wit' eight balls all day
Somebody pray for me, I don't nothin' else Why should I you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came in this game, out the streets, yeah Who you nigga, I put my life on these beats, yeah
Fuck bein' broke, a reality check While you mad at ya girl, ya check reality Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta before you talk Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them aren't straight
Hey you can keep the and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine and wood I can slang And I'm hey, shawty I'm straight
Hey you can keep the and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well known in the town that I'm it down So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
Say it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on 'king' shit, know what I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know young nigga T.I. out there Said he was the king of the
He ruffled a whole niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't really understand what the was talkin 'bout Y'know and uh so everybody had it but Me I understood from the get go what the nigga was tryin' to put In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz'
Was the that it's a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you care of yo' business And king shit you a king these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do Was tryin' to get to the nigga And get some understandin' about the of game He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear
Understand what I'm So I'm layin' I'm watchin' the game from the sideline Know what I'm talkin' And I'm all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here Talkin' 'bout this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper right I see them in the street, they diamonds fake Know what I'm talkin They ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right Shit cloudy and chipped up, what I'm talkin 'bout? And them talkin 'bout they trill niggaz'
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word Know what I'm talkin 'bout? comin' from the O.G. style trill Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' ass niggaz Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take for some shit Some other niggaz paid dues for, what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is, we Georgia and Texas together All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't wit' the play on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, like Larry Holmes yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the south 'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' Now let's do this