Ooooohhhhhhhh oh
G-Unit nigga!
(Yeah!) We back motherfuckers
Lloyd Banks
And Young Buck
Yea
Blaow
I'm sellin' weed coke and pills just to pay the bills
If God really love me then why am I here (C'mon!)
It's like I wake up, cook up, hit the block and get it
I got these old folks shook up the way that I'm livin'
Too many Tony Montanas to try to fly to Havana and end up comin' back with more time that they can handle (Aiiight!)
Light a candle for them niggas in the pen
They caught a dope case but when they get home they at it again
I know it may sound crazy, I still live in the bricks
Still see my name on my niggas visiting list (Wooo)
The rap game like the dope game, I'm dealing with this
You know fiends do anything when you give 'em a hit
Only class I did pass was math when I went
My clothes smell like weed, the teachers knew I was slick (Ah)
Whoever thought when I was there piecing out a gram, I'd grow up (Yea) to be the fuckin' (Yea) man
Bitch you know who I am
Big was the voice I puff to
That's why I'm on a level you need to step your rap game up to (Uh huh)
I live on the road but for the pay I'ma rollout besides my hotel room is bigger than your whole house (Wooo)
Fuck the game
Don't let the rap game fuck you, they shelf ya won't nobody hear your shit but you, I help ya
For a good price
If you could swallow ya pride 'cause your not ready your hood nice (Ha)
I melt ya if you don't listen
Don't worry 'bout me fuckin' your broad, I don't pursue no chicken (Uh-uh)
And I don't know nuttin' [?] nigga dig
Shit, I built my career out the basement like Tigger did (Yeah!)
I got a bigger crib
And a bigger car and I get a bigger role (Why?)
'Cause I'm a bigger star
And I ain't hatin' one bit but you niggas are actin' bitch made, all you missin' is the wig and bra
