Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry about Nigga you after weatherin' the storm And comin' from the I came from You think call all the way and get scared?
Nah nigga motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar this shit My I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey
You can keep the car, the clothes, the and the hoes Just gimme a of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The plexers and the Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my And I'm hey shawty I'm straight
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, on my wrist A lot of and glit's but shawty I don't need that My was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab another one Sold my little three eighty east and said I need gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like bubblegum Junkies on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young
Buck, niggaz say, What? Then he see me up Just wanna see the little boy wit' exchange Old niggaz face soon 'Cause I spray the nigga's face up Wet the from the waist up
They try you once and you pull a And then tell 'em don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh You can to me, that's intentionally
nigga that it's too late for Hey bruh, bet any nigga came from that? Who it all the day I bet he say he changed from
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the and the lames Just some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm hey, shawty I'm straight
Hey you can keep the and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well-known in the town I'm holdin' it down So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my track record, I'm highly
I'ma in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many he saw my face For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' 'violation here, here' Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail I was there
I held it down, ever I go When I'm in the A the King, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or 'dro between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', everybody say they gotta Mine on 'Larry King,' theirs is on At the end of the day, it seems to go away I guarantee The Heart of the Streetz that you
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the Just gimme a of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm straight hey I'm straight
Snowman bitch, I ride two It's a cold world, so I keep two I'm straight, you betta ask fact nigga you can just ask me me
A little over aggressive, yeah, I just be But the niggaz in the hood just like me damn You wonder why a talk eight balls all day? You should try standin' around wit' balls all day
pray for me, I don't know nothin' else Why I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came in game, fresh out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my on these beats, yeah
Fuck broke, this a reality check While you mad at ya girl, ya betta reality Gotta 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the and the lames Just gimme some cocaine and some I can slang And I'm hey, shawty I'm straight
Hey you can the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well known in the town that I'm holdin' it So I'm straight hey shawty I'm
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm 'bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out Said he was the king of the
He ruffled a whole lotta feathers But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin Y'know and uh so everybody had it but Me I from the get go that what the nigga was tryin' to put In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz'
Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings here And as long as you takin' of yo' business And king shit you a king What these niggaz shoulda been to do Was tryin' to get close to the And get understandin' about the type of game He was tryin' to put in these niggaz' ear holes
Understand I'm sayin'? So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the Know what I'm talkin' And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass out here Talkin' 'bout this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'
'Cause they paper ain't right When I see them in the street, they fake Know what I'm talkin They shit cut right, ya shit ain't right Shit and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout? And niggaz talkin 'bout they trill niggaz'
even know what the motherfuckin' word mean Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' the O.G. style trill Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not ol' fake ass niggaz Tryin' to come on the scene on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggaz dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is, we Georgia and Texas together All you ol' bitch ass that ain't down wit' the play Move on to the side, all you old school like 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, lookin' Larry Holmes Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the 'Cause our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now let's do shit