Hey Hey Hey!
(Chorus)
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya ******z aint loyal you ******z aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a *******!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a mutha****** mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!
(Verse One)
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this *******t for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this *******t I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street *******t in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year 
My *******t beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll ******z can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a ******* I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand 
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin
(Chorus)
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya ******z aint loyal you ******z aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a *******
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya ******z aint loyal you ******z aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a *******
(Verse Two) 
Now all the ******* got me strollin wit my ****** in my hand
And these ******z got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so ****** dont trip cause K's dont jam and a ****** dont miss
They tellin me I'm the *******t like a ****** dont piss
But ****** dont slip cause I'll kill a punk ******* Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with ******z I dont love neither ******* just money and drugs ******
Leave ya ******* ya money and drugs ******
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug ******
How many more do ya love ****** 
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a ****** boy. ****** Boy! 
(Chorus)
(Verse Three) 
I'm a mutha****** man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya ****** chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
****** tryin to see his grandson and we 
got ******z in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My ******z call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
****** thats S.Q. and we fine ****** thats S.Q. and we firrin ******!
(Chorus - 2X)
Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muh****** neck ******
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...