Ah, yeah, ah Pulled off, with a digit They call that shit pimpin' Can tell it's me in it LV up on my timberland I stuck my key in it, purred, started tremblin' A red beam between his eyes turned him Indian Lord it's him again, forgive me if I sin again When you on 10 again, nigga, time to win again That's a whole pack hanging in my coat check Better keep your hoe in check before you get your hoe checked Don't step a toe up on my doorstep, nigga this a closed set Better act right 'cause you know how shit will go left 20, 000 bamboo pack, 100 rolled, ridin' around 100s smokes Remember I was young and broke Holes in all our clothes like some honeycombs Mothballs in Mama drawers Crackheads by the corner store, baking soda by the stove Mattress on the floor Mice and the roaches, my room ain't have a door, but I had some dope Let 'em hang theyselves, I'm runnin' outta rope Gotta play it safe-you better not approach Why a nigga eyes Jackie Chan, lil' bitch? Why a nigga diamonds Johnny Dang, lil' bitch? Why a nigga plottin Why he hatin' lil' bitch? Had to I ain't paid the lil' bitch Wait a minute Get it how you live it 10 toes in when we standing on business I'm a big stepper Underground methods Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser Straight terror Product of your errors Pushing culture baby got that product you can't measure Trend setter The one who get her wetter Swerving while I'm bumping project pat Got me swerving through the weak shit, hottest on the block blocka blocka bring the heat bitch Don't know how to stop, we got flacko on the remix Watch how they gone talk, watch how haters looking squeemish Watch how panties drop, watch who your woman trying to leave with But I'm just trying to leave with my dignity So much going on in this industry So much that they want, so much that they all pretend to be They fucking with the energy Focus on your inner G O D Lord Good lord I feel like Afeni Shakur They love the Tupacs in the air They let up two shots in the air They let up two shots in the (bow) (bow) (bow) I feel like Afeni Shakur You gotta get shot for the cure I wasn't out shopping, no real Quadruple my profit at four They pay me my probable share Ain't sharing no profit no more I grossed 50 million this year I think they forgot it in Forbes I'm the first one to try on this? They don't even think that they got in the store It's the ones who around in the end They been held me down from the start My brand new chinchilla is scarce? It ain't fur, it ain't fur, it ain't fur Just call it a kilt, not a skirt I just hit a lick in the Burke She eating my dick for dessert My bitch like to fuck in reverse She making it 'bout to burst She suck on that thing and converse I open up shop 'cause it's pure I got her more fiendin' for more Keep equally even the score My niggas gon' die for the core I feel like Afeni Shakur They let out two shots in the air I tell them to listen and learn I tell them to sit and observe They tell me the things that they want I tell them to wait for their turn She tell me that I turn her on I tell her she get on my nerves Don't keep her around for too long I've given my heart for the work Hmk, he on the way He on the move he pulling his weight He pushing that weight pushing that primo In all that do and all that he say That's what he gone give, and what he gone take Everything baby I want, I'm wanting stake I want the belt yeah I want the cake Till my belt too tight and I need more plates And I need more clothes so I need more space So I kick down doors and I rob your safes And I find my source and I make my claim As the one who rose to the heights none seen before I studied the ways of the greats I'm breaking the locks on the gates I'm breaking her back like I said before I'm breaking the boundaries placed Not too many around that relate Not too many around I agree So tell me what's up for debate my dog We settling things for a fee I feel like Afeni Shakur They let out two shots in the air