1,2,3 to the 4
Bitch I'm a pimp I don't
speak to no hoes
You niggas never match
MCs with no flows
And don't add up,
like me with no dough
I swear to God,
just last year I was broke
On the block selling dough
Watching my niggas sniff coke now
My life's changed from
the planes to the boats
From the change to the clothes,
don't leave games to these hoes
They just hop in the Range
and we go
Switching lanes, baby,
don't give me brains on the low
Never lame born and raised
in the skull niggas hate
But they won't say a thang to me though,
huh
It's like that, and as a matter of fact
I got hours with the powder
every powder the crack
Every hour I devour money shower
With that lemonheads in my air,
how sour is that?
Real sour,
I break shit down like twin towers
Mad your bitch had the bitch
bitch holla'
It ain't about dollars I
don't wanna hear about it
Never squared boy this nigga
right hear 'bout it
Call me y'a boy for short call me YB
Don't try me carry guns like ID
But fuck guns I keep niggas
beside me
And we'll beat a punk nigga
down like Rodney
Feel like the king when it come
to this rap thing
And if I don't have a mic I'd
probably crack things
A post star night serving things
to crack fiend's boy
I got runners like the coach
of the track team
Yes I'm focused vision
clear as a flat screen
You broke niggas not eating
your fast things
I'm telling you all the hoods
they feel dude
They like 'Pac gone but fuck it
He'll do a lot of jealous niggas
be tryin' to kill dude
Because the boy's 'Pac
is green as mildew
And in the West if I ain't the be
st or at least second I'll
Put a weapon up to my chest niggas
don't wanna see me breathe
'Cause they know I got
next like MTV
They can't see me like
bootleg DVD's
'Cause I got more pads than the MPC
Catch me dipping in a jag
Sea weed green I'm in
the league of my own
You in the pee wee league when
I was broke steal my grill
At least three G's now I talk with
a smile at the VB's breathe
It's ya boy I represent the CDP
You a hoe dog
You be where the weenies be
You the man when the East coast talk
about you buzzin' in the streets
Each coast speak about you, that's me
And if you ain't here,
it 'bout to get ugly like Freeway's beard
This the streets,
you don't get a lot of leeway here
It get hotter than a motherfuckin'
heatwave here
Trust me boy it's a lot
of heat- play here
Leave you MIA like the heat play here
Wear guns to surpass the hating
Tie a MAC around my neck,
it's a fashion statement
I laugh at you clowns thinkin'
I'm the same dude
I'm not as quite as I was back
in grade school
I'm much sicker willing
to ditching to spray twos
And like the game I'm
just dying to play fool
So run up if you think I'm a chump
I leave your body in the trunk
Smelling just like a skunk
I leave your head in your lap
right after I dump
Even Ashton Kutcher couldn't
make you nigga punk, ha
I be thuggin' until I'm at
the pearly tall gates
'Cause I been thuggin' since
twenty had a
Small face I'm still thuggin' and
twenty has a large face
Ya boy the black '06 version
of Scarface
And the Bay is where I made my name
Where niggas go dumb
like Damian Wayne
Yeah it's hyphy but some
niggas be going all out
So I don't go dumb 'cause
the gun might fall out
Trust me dog I'm the nigga
you shouldn't call out
I'm looking at your teeth and
I'ma knock 'em all out
Twice as big as I was before and the radio
won't even play my song no more
But it's cool I'm on the streets
like a hydrant though
So when they ask who the best they reply,
is you that nigga
Ya boy, that boy got a firing flow
Hoes tryna' make me they man,
my reply is no
Yes, you did get down
on your knees and blow
Put my thing in your mouth,
but easy though
A hot boy, I don't sound
like Weezythough
Got snow, but I don't think
got a Jeezy flow
I'm the truth, I can go and R&B and blow
But this rap game is so
fucking easy though
I'm the pizza man,
I got cheese and dough
My H- Town niggas got
me off lean and dro'
Niggas think I'm a hoe 'til I
squeeze the four
And that'll change their
mind like Keyshia Cole
And I'm single,
somebody let Keyshia know
That I break backs an
d leave girls leaning, yo
Ha, the girls choose 'cause
my penis better
Not to mention I'm hot
like Pheonix weather
Not to mention you cold,
you don't even go gold
When I drop I'ma go plat
inum times four
That's four million sales from
Florida to Wales
'Cause I got more bars
than four million jails
And I'm holding a twelve
gangsta'
You lames aim at your brain
Leave your membrane
rearranged
If you don't think I'm the truth,
you retarded
Record labels get the bidding wars started
