Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real *****t *****
[Chorus]
You *****s say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that
You *****s schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that
If ya'll *****s want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that
[Verse 1]
***** if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bull*****t I'm in right now *****, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my *****s rollin' with heat (woo)
You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
*****s want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2]
You gettin' money ***** (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest *****t out this (yeah)
You bust your gun ***** (yeah), you on the run ***** (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (*****)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his ***** for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, *****s who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a ***** silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that *****t)
A slug'll split a *****s ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera *****t, the ***** watch too much TV
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Aight you *****s tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap *****s, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap *****s, dyin' they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my *****t
You a 6 coupe *****, but you gears behind
***** yours a 92, mine's a 99
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said
If not you dumb *****, I just run over your head
[Chorus - 2X]
[singing in background until fade]