Yo, turn me up some B   I'm about to lace ya'll, check it out   I'm not a muthafuckin' joke B   Whoever think I'm not nice   This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas   Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo      See the drug game was always the man's sport   That's what Cam thought so everyday   I had a hundred grams bought   On the transport kept it inside the Jansport      A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame   Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim   You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach   Acting like a kind host but gettin' time for a roach      A little indo, that's when yo, I said   "I'm messin' with these bimbos"   It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe   It don't take much to make her      Just take her to a place where it's nice   Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur   'Cause girls I control them classy   Old and sassy, old and nasty      I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold, he gassed me   But now I'm flowin' fastly, rollin' jazzy   Just a while ago, I was rollin' badly   We was on the low wit Aggie but now what have we      Range Ro' and Navy life size   My girl yo she slices pies   A Benz is what my wife drives   You know Qeet' nigga, executive thug      But she respects me and loves   Don't let your head meet her slug   Until she sprayed out and layed out   Ineffections of blood      A lil' thick chick that'll click quick   Do anything for the dick dick   You know what else that puzzles me?   I find this shit a riddle      How come when you got a lot?   People say you got a little   Like they say you act a little funny   'Cause you got a litte money   And you did a little song and made a little money      Oh, you know my favorite   Oh, you think you a little star   'Cause you got a little fans   And you drive a little car      I prove they all are liars   Saying that they got a fire   Hang 'em up on a barber wire   Yo, you think you got attire   To the point like Stoudamire      Yeah, I'm a harsh nigga that drink hard liquor   A six Benz car getter, you know Digga   He ain't rich, he's a star figure   Platinum deep, hangs with Jews   Chills up at their barmitzfah's      He loves the hooligans   Now we eat at houlihans's   Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre   We told them niggas who the man   Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time      And even Cuda ran, you know that I'm a skitzo   Who listens to calypso but I'm quick though   And old school like hungry, hungry hippo   Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko      Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks   Ask my man how I beat up shit   And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick   Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides   Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't high      I've been hotter since   I was in pampers hittin' pinatas   You win nada, come on I got put on   By Mase and Big Poppa      So I'm glad you sat down   I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down   He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns   But me I never back down      My mother, she can sign that   I know you're thinkin' that It's 'bout that time   Nigga I wanna rewind that   So go ahead and rewind it faggot