[Talking]
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real %#@! ^!$$%


[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]
^!$$% if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bull%#@! I'm in right now ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$% (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest %#@! out this (yeah)
You bust your gun ^!$$% (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 %#@!)

A slug'll split a ^!$$%s $$#, 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 %#@!, 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 %#@!
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]