[Verse 1] I'm keepin em tippin' I'm keepin em yippin' and yappin' Not knowin' what to do I'd keep my fuckin mouth shut homes if I was you I been driving a Cadillac Fleetwood since I was two Nahh, but I got shot in '94 Tryna be hard core, shells stackin' on the floor Sometimes I feel I needa go back And get gangsta with that shit like fuck that Who the fuck they think they fuckin with I hear you talkin' motherfucker but you don't do shit Talkin cheap like them shots you take Shoulda took time to contemplate Don't underestimate the one two one eight up in the place to be Always and forever they keep hatin' me Who comes out on top I guess we'll wait and see But I bet my bottom dollar that it's me [Chorus] I been many places I seen many places The things that you'll never do Now I don't know exactly what you're goin through But I would probably be jealous too You see I been there and done that Been through this before so to me it ain't nothin new I couldn't imagine myself in a million years hitting on someone the way that you do [Verse 2] You thought I was gone, homie guess again I'm back and I'm badder than I've ever been I keep it gangstered up but still a gentlemen They talk alot of shit because I'm better then them Sometimes I feel the need to go back And strike them like the lightning bolts on my throwback Oh vato didn't know that Lil Rob likes to get down on oldie soul tracks Hit the switch on the black lac Or on the 39 with the half rack Or on the hot rod painted flat black I get a little cold through all my Dan Jack R. O. B. up in the place to be Always and forever they keep hatin' me Who comes out on top I guess we'll wait and see But I bet my bottom dollar that it's me [Chorus 2x]