1987 I was all in watching my O-Gs out there ballin
Yes yes y'all it was on like a light switch
^!$$%s was getting rich, the game was getting thick

88-89, still was spectating soaking up game
Gettin laced and watchin all the playa-hatin
Right about now I'm on my own, 17 and grown

Time for me to get my mother$#&@ing hustle on
1991 I hit the track for myself me and Andy
I was writing raps he was grinding on that candy

Tash was rhyming, it don't matter it was hell
To make a little mail, to make a lotta bail
Possession for sales was the case

Many caught em, hubba rock was the %#@!
That's why so many fiends bought em
Sprung off that ice cream

Living they life on the pipe dream
But we wasn't trippin
Had to be about our lean, right?

I stole the same fool's load almost every night
Just a part of the game carjacker
Out to get my money on the mother$#&@ing factor, ^!$$%


1991 my ^!$$% Likky-Los took me to his rappin folks
On the north pole side of Valle-Jo

I left the cook-up got the hookup from my ^!$$% Drizzze
Been on since 92 a ^!$$% stay about his pizzzay
Hustler-Hatin-Hos be on the lookout for him when you see him

Hide up at the cookout act like you don't know him
Cause a young broad to me ain't nothin but a record sale
Young and so sprung but got a ^!$$% makin hella mail

But don't get it twisted my game is a department
Poppin outta control gettin swoll $#&@in movie stars
And it was on like that for the 92

But I never knew the dirty %#@! that a (*##$'ll do,
Set a ^!$$% up for the jack-a-mack
Musta been a crack attack

Roll and slam me down like the mother$#&@ing Shaq Attack
Gotta get this groupie back
Musta been that hootie mack

That would make this hoochie rap
Wanna get my money stacked
That's why you gets no love in fact

You could get a slug for that
Gone without no get it back
Yo this $#&@er's trying to jack

So you just a jack-a-ho
^!$$%s love to mack-a-ho
She could be a sack of hos but she ain't no factor though

Yeauh, (*##$, ha ha

1995 this game's for all of y'all

While I'm back from the clink and I'm ballin y'all,
Young Ray, the ^!$$% of the ^!$$%s want to be like me,
A G like me,

But they can't see me in the diggy-dark
I'm creepin' through the piggy-park
Undercover cop try to watch from a Skylark

Read him like a sex book, out to get an ex-crook
I left his $$# shook, gone by the next look
You'll never get your jack on

Get to slip some crack on Ray and do me hard
Better dress warm
Cause I got several attourneys on my payroll

I hope you like the cold you'll be working at the North Pole
Huh, it's kind of simple when I pop like a pimple
Drink Hennesse not ripple and watch my money triple

At night I be kickin, up a tree stickin
Cause my tape's on hit like barbeque chicken
Got your girlfriend geekin,

Y'all ain't even speakin cause you heard
She was freakin with the Lynk last weekend
Ran through 92 mobbin' like a tractor

Stayed a G in 93 and 95 the mother$#&@ing factor, ^!$$%, yeauh

[Outro:]

Nizine Fizour, yeah real that's Young Ray
They don't feel me though, whoooo-hooo
And that's real
Mac Mall!
Yiddo I'm still the factor baby

Even though your boy can't make it to LA on this one man
You know? But it's all good, wassup? ! Yeah!
Where them Lynk ^!$$%s at man?
You know? Ha ha ha ha, you a fool, aaaah,
Say that man, you know? Yeah

This one goes out the L-O-mother$#&@ing-S
Who had me touchin down in 1991 in the V
And put your boy on the map like this here
This one's for you, baby boyeee