With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or
strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves I'll strung a nigga all day
to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play Take your butt to school or
on my belt and get myself a name Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, 24-7 work Nine to five to survive, you gotta be a jerki I clock two grand a day, yet I
attack Front to back in this thing called rap Dig it like a shovel, rhyme Devil on a Heavenly level Bang the bass, turn up the treble Radical mind day and night
D. Father style - all prepared to get buckwild Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call Drinkin
some discipline Are you down or not, are you out or in? Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends I got their backs if it means my career ends All you so-called
effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see
every man's life player hustler or whatever, that he realizes that he needs that companionship of the women strong women to hold him down through them cold nights
started it off back in the day you know and as far as I'm concerned, music is music, I don't look at it is Rock R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just
? for her in the day time with the light You might be the type if I play my cards right I'll find out by the end of the night You expect me to just let
way you can fuck Around get shot down any day Niggas die everyday, all little bullshit Dope money, dice games, ordinary hood shit Could this be cuz of hip-hop music Or
get a brand new whip I rolled around in a 5, till my money got racked Then I went back and got that six I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day I call
so people, get on yo' day jobs Ain't nothin' crowded but the jail houses and graveyards I'm on the corner in the ghetto like a pay-phone I call my baby
full of iceicles im a dime you other chickas need a nickel who that in the phantom (kimmy!) or maybe in that mazarati or that S1-50 or in that bulgatti
calling out Cause tonight we getting right into the wee morn' Cooking n-gga breakfast after sex is like a reward Then I go my way and you think about me all day
a pear You can call me back When you grow a pear You can call me back When you grow a pear You can call me back Grow a pear You can call me back When