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