(feat. Marilyn Rylander)    [First Verse: (SPM)]  I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin  Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?"  Homie was crackin', it's good to be back  See me on the slab with a beautiful 'llac  If you wanna jack, I got somethin for you  Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer  Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya  And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya  Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me  Boy I'ma vet and you still a trainee  Ballin' daily with my green lady  She asked what have I done for her lately?  I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me  Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy"  Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola  Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola  While I stay...    [Chorus (Marilyn Rylander)]  High so high.....reachin' for the sky  High so high.....please don't blow my high    [Second Verse (SPM):]  I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin  Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon  Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin  Pick your chick up and it's gonna be a stabbin  Haters get mad and they want my autograph  Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh  Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half  Sold out on the cut, now it's time to call a cab  Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice  Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice  What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe  Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four?  Let'em go, let'em go, boys start leavin  Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin  Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin'  Ain't gonna quit til' you haters stop breathin'  And I stay    [Chorus]    [Third Verse (SPM):]  Who said money didn't grow on trees?  I came up slangin' them coca leaves  Many stories about territories  At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police  Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze  Got no love for you studio G's  I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash  But what the Hell is money if you got no peace?  Homies in the back and they ready to attack  And we don't go to clubs where you can't wear your hat  Homie where you at? Represent, where you from?  Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come  All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us  Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers  Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus  While I sit back and blaze a damned forest  Stayin' so...    [Chorus (2x)]    [SPM]  Mr. S-P-M  And you know it don't stop...  For all my playa partners  Dopehouse baby,  We don't quit...we ain't goin' nowhere,  MAN!