Yo, let's do it   We gon' do this one   Let the beat ride for a minute though   Will, him in the house from the town   FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down   Uh-huh, yeah, there it is, yeah      Still the truth in the game, ain't a damn thing changed   Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames   Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang   Bitches who know me know how I do dames      Still, fuckin' with James, we roll in this shit hard   I locked up the south, he locked the fifth ward   Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder   Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither      I got Ferrari's, drive Porches and shit   Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit   Eat shrimp, steak, crab, raw oysters and shit   And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks      International nigga, I been in and out the States   Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin' me grapes   I can cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate   A microwave, Pyrex and a cake      You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin' is free   I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets   Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question in these   Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin' with me      One for the niggaz wanna cross me up   Two for the bitches wanna toss me up   Three for the people tryin' to get my mail   Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up      Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine   Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime   Six for the suckers who ain't got no game   That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine      From the north to the south, I don't need no passes   You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses   Look man, I ain't the huffin' puffin' type   I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin' life      Mayor, can I call my crib, I be gettin' them greens   Fuckin' the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans   Take an interest in politics, shoppin' and Van Gogh   Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote      They say variety is the spice of life   So we'll fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites   Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos   What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy      I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep   I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me   Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac   I'm a motherfuckin' stand up cat, that's on the one      One for the niggaz wanna cross me up   Two for the bitches wanna toss me up   Three for the people tryin' to get my mail   Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up      Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine   Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime   Six for the suckers who ain't got no game   That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine      Spot a fine-ass bitch and I'm scoopin' her up   You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough   But I'll be standin' in your bed receivin' hate from your woman   You could bust in, but not while I'm cummin'      'Cause I'm cummin' everywhere, in her hair, on her face   On her earring, even on the motherfuckin' ceiling   Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut   After that, you could kill the bitch, I don't give a fuck      Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed   If it ain't Hydro get the fuck out the do'   You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow   I down the whole fuckin' bottle like it's H2O      Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust   I'm the little big man with the big ol' nuts   Don't fuck with bitch-mades, too real for that   Got the fame and the name but I still will Jack, nigga      One for the niggaz wanna cross me up   Two for the bitches wanna toss me up   Three for the people tryin' to get my mail   Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up      Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine   Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime   Six for the suckers who ain't got no game   That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine