The streets keep calling me back So what I do? came back 2 Chain Benny, man Buff City, Black Blood ENT Rest in peace I know that ya'll be wondering Like why I be on that D-boy shit? What are you talking about? What do you mean about that? I keep it coming like your neighborhood dope man I turn a dream to reality, beat to a casualty And all this work on us, triple beam to a salary My whip game insane, see the big chain The white girl, I beat the bitch like Rick James I just drive the new whips, I don't make 'em playa The touch screen look like I'm playing Space Invaders Your money weird thug, I apply layers of Killed 'em, '05 and '06, I took a year off But I'm back, '07, right here, y'all Coupe from the future, like you're looking through a clear ball Yeah, I'm gassed over cash, I'm the pump man But then, I'll smash through your glass like a stuntman Reap what you sow, steal from me, you gotta return I let your baby mama keep No vest on my back, you gotta hold me down soldier We back on the same shit when the trial over They can keep they sprints, we use pre-paid shits They listen to we whisper, like the Ying Yang Twins I cook grams up, boil 'em in ether So my tag with the kush man more than your re-up I'm in the office, head back and my feet up Tired? No, I don't want no dirt on my sneakers Gangstas never die, so bury me alive And then, tell my story on Larry King Live Behind the Glory, maybe on Oprah I bet these words never make it to a notebook I'm a D-boy, so my life trife I got a black handgun and a white wife Mama looked and said "Baby, you a born star" So it's fuck everybody like a pornstar Fifty-dollar blunt, five-hundred-dollar shades Mr. I'm Paid and I'm running out of names, nigga Mr. D-boy, how you whip that? I'm fucked up, can you show me how to get back? Yeah, I'll show you how to get back Nigga, this the get-back, uh