Yeah c'mon welcome yeah huh   There's plenty of room for everybody man   Yeah bangin' come on yeah look      Huh, stay in my lane like a hustla never hate a motherfucker   Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain extent   When it's on, it's over don't get no chance to get popping   Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin   Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks   Sure as God made man, the first man was black   The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap   That's all I know, 'cuz poppa didn't raise no rats      Face the facts not the fiction   I build my empire from a pocket full of stones and a fifth of ambition   Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen   So instead of coming up, they just, come up missin'   My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents   Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance   Without no conflict, you'll never have progress   I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a      One shot gambler two shot gambler   Three time felon with that itch for dough   These madd street got me puffin' on dro'   I'm guilty tryna make a living   Thirty eight albums and still no dollars   And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?   These madd street got me puffin' on dro'   I'm guilty for tryna make a living      Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you   I'm just wanna smoke, drink, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you   I'm fightin' dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers   I'm throwing cheap shots, low blows and sucker punches   I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood   Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose   Xzibit move when I hear opportunity knockin'   But I'm a shoot straight through the door if you comin' with problems      It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top   Ain't no in between, trust me, like it or not   We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches   Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga   I'm a have to hit the block, then around to my hoes   I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes 'cuz   Pimpin' ain't easy y'all, it's too sleazy   Too greasy and I can't take it easy      One shot gambler two shot gambler   Three time felon with that itch for dough   These madd street got me puffin' on dro'   I'm guilty tryna make a living   Thirty eight albums and still no dollars   And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?   These madd street got me puffin' on dro'   I'm guilty for tryna make a living      Every time I try to get out   I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win   Nigga got the whole world on his back   Overreact, matter fact we act like when animals attack   I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap   Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin' with that?   Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain   Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke      Motorola nigga up the old fashion way   This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say   Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas   And half' ass rappers that think they can get it   We the golden state, we keep the whole thing bouncing   Y'all move units, we move mountains   Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on TV   We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'm a      One shot gambler two shot gambler   Three time felon with that itch for dough   These madd street got me puffin' on dro'   I'm guilty tryna make a living   Thirty eight albums and still no dollars   And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?   These madd street got me puffin' on dro'   I'm guilty for tryna make a living