Yeah, yeah, the fuck I gotta worry about now? you think after weatherin' the storm And comin' from the extremes I came You think I'ma all the way and get scared?
Nah I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this go out the window right now man I'm all too with this shit My nigga I'm ya dig? Please believe 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 at my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
I gotta couple of V's the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't that My beginnin' was a humble one, a I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab another one Sold my three eighty east 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, niggaz say, What? he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts Old whole face soon 'Cause I spray the whole face up Wet the nigga the waist up
They try you once and you pull a And tell '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 it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any came from that? 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 gimme some cocaine and some 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 hey shawty I'm straight
Okay now, now when I spit it, I it how I live it Every verse I 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 gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Ask Johnson, how many times 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 wit' the King, or in Detroit in the I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or 'dro That's me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', say they gotta story Mine on 'Larry King,' theirs is on At the end of the day, it seems to go away I The Heart of the Streetz that you pray
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 hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the dancers and the The plexers and the Let me up my Impala, boy holla at my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
Snowman bitch, I two seaters It's a cold world, so I two heaters I'm straight, you betta ask Matter fact nigga you can ask me me
A over aggressive, yeah, I just might be But half the niggaz in the hood just me damn You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all You try standin' around wit' eight balls all day
Somebody pray for me, I don't nothin' else Why should I help you, you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came in this game, out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats,
Fuck broke, this a reality check you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality Gotta crawl you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz straight
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the Well in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight hey shawty I'm
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm On the cool y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out Said he was the of the south
He ruffled a lotta niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin Y'know and uh so everybody had it but Me I understood from the get go that what the was tryin' to put In motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces
Was the fact that it's a whole of kings down here And as long as you takin' of yo' business And doin' king shit you a What niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do Was tryin' to get close to the And get some understandin' the type of game He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' ear holes
what I'm sayin'? So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the from the sideline Know what I'm talkin' And I'm seein' all ol' pussy ass niggaz out here Talkin' 'bout they and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper right When I see them in the street, they fake what I'm talkin 'bout? They shit ain't cut right, ya shit right Shit and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout? And niggaz talkin 'bout they trill niggaz'
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' mean Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' the O.G. style trill Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass Tryin' to on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is is, we bringin' Georgia and Texas together All you ol' ass niggaz that ain't down wit' the play Move on to the side, all you old school like 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, like Larry Holmes Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the 'Cause it's our to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now do this shit