Yeah, yeah, the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after the storm And comin' from the extremes I from You I'ma call all the way and get scared?
Nah I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this shit go out the right now man I'm all too familiar with this My nigga I'm ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the gimme a couple 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 I'm straight
I gotta of V's wit' 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 hustler son of one Taught me how to number run, I went that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped one Sold my little three eighty east and said I another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young
Buck, niggaz say, Then he see me raise up Just wanna see the boy wit' nuts exchange Old niggaz face soon 'Cause I the nigga's whole face up Wet the from the waist up
try you once 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 no case bruh You can sell to me, intentionally
Another nigga that too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any came from that? Who it all the day I bet he say he from that
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the Just gimme some cocaine and some 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 that 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 verse I gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin' You can my track record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Ask Judge Johnson, how 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 wit' the King, or in Detroit in the I'ma pro, it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', everybody say gotta story Mine on King,' theirs is on 'Maury' At the end of the day, it seems to won't go I guarantee The Heart of the Streetz that you
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 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
Snowman bitch, I two seaters a cold world, so I keep two heaters I'm straight, you betta ask Matter fact nigga you can ask me me
A little over aggressive, yeah, I might be But half the niggaz in the hood just me damn You wonder why a nigga talk eight all day? You should try standin' wit' eight balls all day
Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help I came in this game, out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats,
Fuck bein' broke, this a check While you mad at ya girl, ya betta reality Gotta crawl you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they 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 some wood I can And I'm straight hey, 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
Say what it do? Young Pimp C what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, nigga me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know young T.I. jumped out there he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta feathers But niggaz didn't understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout Y'know and uh so had it twisted but Me I understood the get go that what the nigga was tryin' to put In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz'
Was the fact that it's a whole of kings down here And as as you takin' care of yo' business And doin' shit you a king What niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do Was tryin' to get to the nigga And get some understandin' about the of game He was tryin' to put in these niggaz' ear holes
what I'm sayin'? So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game the sideline what I'm talkin' 'bout? And I'm seein' all ol' pussy ass niggaz out here Talkin' 'bout this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'
'Cause they paper ain't right When I see them in the street, diamonds fake Know what I'm talkin They shit ain't cut right, ya shit right Shit cloudy and chipped up, what I'm talkin 'bout? And them niggaz talkin they trill niggaz'
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This from the O.G. style trill Know what I'm 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz to come 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' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down the play Move on to the side, all you old rappers like 'Pac say You flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the 'Cause it's our time to shine, know I'm talkin' 'bout? Now let's do this