I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera Too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah) A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!) You handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh) Stick the heaters through, so we can party good Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood The Boywonder will unravel your team I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh) The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh) You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!) Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs I'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words I'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips You flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin' And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga
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