Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job   Maybe that's why I do it so odd   Walk around just like I was god   Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods   Freeway strikin', we be lightin'   If I die, remember the titan   22's, 25's, Chocolate 9's and 45's   Let em rip, all through the sky   This for the ones that hate that I'm high   When you see me, it's no surprise   Tap your brain, and blow your mind   Bettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and makers   And mami we do it for paper   You come with the vapors and capers for papers   Its cool, someone I'll call later      Me and my homies, love the bottle   Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato   So on them days you feelin' real bad   Think of the best week that you've ever had   Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow   Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato   So before you go to gettin' mad   Think of the best week that you've ever had      She like the Nikes, I like the 'didas   She like the Reeboks, and I like the Filas   She like the winners, and I like the cheaters   She like the lion, I like the hyenas   Spit some game, then hook up with Shaq   On the Playstation, I'm known to brag   Hook up with pimps that love the cash   Man you should see how we giggle and laugh   With of hearts of ice, the house is cold   Its like Slick Rick, without the gold   This right here is the life we chose   No excuses just go for gold   There's no producing, this perfect pose   Hit the street in the freshest clothes   Rip the stage, and bless the shows   Spit the flows, and hit the do'      Most of my homies, love the bottle   Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato   So on them days you feelin' real bad   Think of the best week that you've ever had   Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow   Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato   So before you go to gettin' mad   Think of the best week that you've ever had      Don't tell me twice, I'm out the door   Talk is not what I came here for   Into the night, like the star by the moon   The engine will rev, and the bass will go boom   Just like the pirate that sailed the seas   13 thieves I do believe   Yes of course they run with me   Flash our rings, or that there freak   Hot to handle, and hard to get   Easy to rip, and hard to fix   So rap your presence, I'll spit the gift   Man you my homie, we'll split the spliff   Ride like a maniac   All in the Cadillac   Tiga, whateva   I'm draped in leather   With angel wings, that rip the wind   And a safety grin of a p-210      Cuz all my homies love the bottle   Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato   So before you go to gettin' mad   Think of the best week that you've ever had   Guns they lust, and they love to hollow   So before you go to gettin' mad   Think of the best week that you've ever had   Like Tyson loves Cus      This life of ours, this is a wonderful life   If you can get through life and get away with it, hey that's great   But it's very, unpredictable   There are so many ways you can screw it up