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