[First Verse:]    I woke up quick, at around two  Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw  Boys out there, makin' them tapes  Separate the real niggas from the fakes  My boy just got out, did a flat ten  And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen  My best friend, but time destroys all men  Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again  It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money  I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me  Somebody once said they wanna see me dead  The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head  I break bread with my killas in the H-TX  It's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch  Known for my purity, pride, and security  A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry    [Chorus:]    Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck  You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut  Boys out there, slangin' that yay  Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay    [2x]    [Second Verse:]    The time has come, and the day is here  Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year  I come from the head, it's the boy named Los  The one that got everybody on they toes  Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'  In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison  No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies  I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"  For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met  She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set  I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood  Got the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut    [Chorus]    [Bridge (Ayana M.):]    Fire......  We on fire.......  We ain't gone stop....  Droppin' these boooooombs.....    [2x]    [Third Verse:]    I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack  And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back  With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car  Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar  It's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez  Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs  Boys talkin' down, but I give two fucks  Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux  Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock  My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop  Now how many times do I have to tell ya?  All my life I've been called a failure!  My freestyle flow, is so untouchable  I just got out the county jail two months ago  Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio  In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl  Man I can't stop, I'ma keep on droppin'  Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'  At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?  I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina  Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer  Now I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamer  Leave a mark in this game, ask Ted Indian  I don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million    [Bridge]