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