Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry now? Nigga you think weatherin' the storm And comin' the extremes I came from You think call all the way and get scared?
Nah I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this shit go out the window now man I'm all too familiar this shit My I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey
You can keep the car, the clothes, the and the hoes Just gimme a of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't that My beginnin' was a one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught me how to run, I went from that to number one
Had a ones, I bought a slab flipped another one Sold my little three eighty east and said I need gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' some bubblegum Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a
Buck, say, What? Then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' exchange Old niggaz face soon 'Cause I spray the nigga's whole up Wet the nigga the waist up
They try you and you pull a fall And then 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case You can sell to me, that's
Another nigga that too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from Who it all the day I bet he say he changed that
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can And I'm hey, shawty I'm straight
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the Well-known in the town I'm holdin' it down So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
Okay now, now I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'ma Legend no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my track record, I'm highly
I'ma in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Johnson, how many times he saw my face For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' here, violation here' Betta ask Rank, I ran the 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, it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro between me and you, I can get it for the low
But nuttin', everybody say they gotta story on 'Larry King,' theirs is on 'Maury' At the end of the day, it to won't go away I guarantee The of the Streetz that you pray
You can the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can keep the and the boppers The and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm hey shawty I'm straight
bitch, I ride 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 over aggressive, yeah, I just might be But half the niggaz in the hood like me damn You wonder why a talk eight balls all day? You should try standin' wit' eight balls all day
Somebody pray for me, I know nothin' else Why should I help you, when you ain't to help yourself I came in this game, out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on beats, yeah
bein' broke, this a reality check While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta before you talk Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause niggaz aren't straight
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the 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 known in the town that I'm holdin' it So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know I'm sayin'? On the cool young nigga T.I. jumped out there Said he was the of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta feathers But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was 'bout Y'know and uh so had it twisted but Me I understood from the get go what the nigga was tryin' to put In these motherfuckin' stupid ass faces
Was the fact it's a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you takin' care of yo' And doin' king shit you a What these niggaz shoulda been to do Was to get close to the nigga And get some understandin' about the of game He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear
Understand what I'm So I'm layin' I'm watchin' the game from the sideline Know what I'm 'bout? And I'm seein' all these ol' ass niggaz out here Talkin' 'bout they this and they that, but really ain't doin' nothin'
'Cause they paper ain't right I see them in the street, they diamonds fake Know I'm talkin 'bout? They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't Shit cloudy and chipped up, what I'm talkin 'bout? And them niggaz talkin 'bout they trill
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style Know I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggaz paid for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is, we bringin' and Texas together All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't wit' the play Move on to the side, all you old rappers like 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, lookin' Larry Holmes Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move for the south 'Cause our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now let's do this