They said I'm bout it cus I wanna fight B-Hop
I said I'll $#&@ him up after 2 months in detox
So, besides that, 8 mill from Reebook

I take him to the ball park, that's 33 shots
You son of me? I need not
He must love another young ^!$$% killer that hustled in his weed spot

When he had the black Lac, ran up to the tree tops
Somebody talk about him then they went and got a speed nah
Sex is when me and her sorta ran the G spot

All the ^!$$%s left her and we came here with dream tops
Listen here, so you got my vision clear
Never for a pro, but I made ^!$$%s disappear

^!$$%s know not to $#&@ with me
And my record is sucka free
This money I been makin' it work

So A-Trak let's take 'em to church
They don't hear me though
Know what I'm sayin?

I'll fight my way to the top of the food chain than be a vegetarian
I get my own
Bank is a place to allow yo money if you prove yo own

I don't need it, know what I mean
My parents got high, no lie
It's no shame

A product of dust, lust & cocaine
Still cool with some ^!$$%s though that sniff cane
That grow weed that grow hair like Rogaine

Heartless to the core, feel no pain
That's models, hood rats, o flames
This ^!$$% say his fame is no name

Street fighter, I throw flames
On the strip, no strippers
But she suckin the tip, I might tip er

Understood? In my hood that's the way we go
We can't comprehend or understand the ratio
For my baby-o, hopped, the money from the

The 3-80 blow, up up away we go
No cash to help out yo lady-o
And look out for baby bro

%#@! I robbed a bank, told me something, yes gold maybe no
What I'll do next? Get crack head felatio
They thought I was slow like radio

Couple years later though they heard me on the radio