I gots no muthafuckin' ends, sit and wish for a riot Knowing it's too damn hot outside, plus I'm tired My income is hurtin' and then some, why can't lend some G's to a brother making his come up undercover These hoes, they want new clothes, to ride on Vogues And most of the time they be getting chose when they pose Ain't no victory in doing shit for the next bitch of the century Can't do shit for me but an injury I be the pimp master, outlaster Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster Hit the masker, don't ask a The identities of the fallen enemies, nigga, please Heart of a hustler, real, done by no bloodstains Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, mayne Crews come in twos and threes but they all fold Enemies of me and MJG's tight flow Hoes jockin', tryna slip into a nigga pocket Get in the hotel room naked then scream "Stop it!" Listen, I'm gonna take it to another level All you need to do is suck me clean like a Dirt Devil Shovel-packin' bitches wasting my precious time Pussy creamin', simultaneously schemin' What do you see when you see me? I'll tell you what A true player from the South in the house ("Do you wanna see…") When it comes to getting rugged, this bitch is wicked Style like none other, this bitch can kick it Southernplayalistic bitch with the meal ticket Slamming like Hakeem when it comes to this rap thang Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know Lez Moné been kickin' shit since '84 'Cause it's a big deal like Poppa, my shit is proper And tucked inside the boots, I got my shit-stopper Bitches recognize, haters realize Suave House shit is thick, sit back and catch some of this pimp shit As we dips through your muthafuckin' hood The shit is understood, give up your goods Eight, tell 'em what you see when they go fuckin' with the crew We on top of the world, bitch, I thought you knew What they know about them Nuckleheadz? Madam, break it down for me one time Ha, all I wanna do is be fly, toss niggas and stack mail But in the meantime, I gotta post bail My so-called homies began to realize The quality up in this G bitch nationwide When I see you, prepare for this player to put the stare on ya Telephone ya? I thinks not So what you know about that Suave House? Oh, we cold like teddy, about to turn the fuckin' lights out So let's turn some corners up on that Northside Southside, it sound good up in that D ride And if I was a nigga, I'd be on my own dick Just like a trick or a gold-diggin' bitch Swing low sweet chariot, off in the Marriott Hotel But oh well, madam macks Well, hittin' harder than Vernon Ask that L-E-Z what this bitch be earnin' It's me, original player, OP Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester, inc Smoking, from the cess to the chronic Throw away your papers, real niggas get blunted Silk tailor-made, black as a spade with braids Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose Gold smile, tongue flowing like the Mississippi Lyric constructor, smoked out like Chris Tucker What the—busta musta didn't pay attention Hit rewind and let me take your mind back in time Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby? Now I'm mean muggin' niggas, walking 'round shoving niggas When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck selling out When you see me, what do you really see? Screaming like Mike and Janet, but you don't hear me Never no more than the P-I-M-P-I-N-G since the day That I stood in the hood, I would be strictly down for my dollar Break a bitch scholar Hoe, give me my cheese 'fore I snatch you by your collar Better not holler It's the nigga with his dick in your throat Better not tell a lie 'cause your ass might choke I'm smoking plenty bud, drinking 'gnac and riding candy Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy What do you do when you see straight through a nigga's game? Do you hang point blank range to his brain? Will he have a life after death? I don't know He push me like a hoe, he gotta go, he gotta go Note the flow when the gun smoke clears, it be history Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery, quickly Tell a muh'fucka what you see Fading out this world peeping up at MJG ("That Suave clique is so thick") [*scratching*]