作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Anthony Best
Yeah  it is what it is man
Uh-huh
Sirens flashin' you know the routine  the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery  they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin'  cross full of diamonds he bought grindin'
His first slip off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through  askin' niggas if they know what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'

Detectives at my mama crib  they say they wanna question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin coke  they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half  that's why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher  I move packs to make stacks
A little weed  a little X  a little H  little crack
Figure  I'll push it to the limit  take the shit to the max
Navy blue vest on  navy blue Yankee hat
Calm  in my palm's fully loaded firearm
First to let off last to run  every time it's on
I tell niggas to suck my dick  get the f**k out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're  never around  when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
(What  Nigga is there   is there a motherf**kin problem nigga )
(Oh  yeah that's what I  I thought so   pussy )
Niggas be talkin 'bout me  they always callin' me crazy
F**k them O G  niggas  they stuck in the 80's
Sayin they gon' do me somethin'  now you know that's a lie
Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
I'm rich  I still wake up  with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move  nigga move  or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents runnin'  cut my f**kin' hand on the barbed wire
This shit's crazy  it's just a different day it's the same shit
Hollow-tip partin' yo' head  leave your whole f**kin' brain split
They sick  they see me in that Aston Martin
What's the matter  They can't get that hooptie started
Thought they was grindin'  well God damn  where that money at
Thought you was puffed up  cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler  matter fact  you's a buster
I don't trust ya  I should send niggas to touch ya
I tell niggas to suck my dick  get the f**k out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're  never around  when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
(What  Who say they gon' do somethin' to me )
(Must be out your rabbit-ass mind  f**k around kill one of these niggas)