(feat. 504 Boyz)    [Chorus:]  What's up playa? You looking slick with that   Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match   Check this out here whodi lay on the ground   For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound   They going click click blow, blow click click blow,   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow that's my style     [Verse 1:]  Popping wit terror take it straight to guns   Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run   Too much paper here to try and count my ones   Over here cross me our hollow wall is young   For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow   If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's   Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's   If you counting by the whips than it's eight different flows   I'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads   Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars   And what I hop in, it's my option   To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash     [Chorus:]  What's up playa? You looking slick with that   Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match   Check this out here whodi lay on the ground   For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound   They going click click blow, blow click click blow,   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow that's my style     [Verse 2:]  Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag BABY   You come short, I'm a bust your head BABY   They name a dope man whodi   Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that C-P-3   Give me an ounce and I'ma flip it to a brick figga   You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga   Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga   So here's a glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga     Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine   I be the richest young soldier in this rap game   All my money come in armor trucks   More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck   You wasn't work, when I was local playa   I'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrified   Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p   It's no limit till I die y'all can't get with me     [Chorus:]  What's up playa? You looking slick with that   Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match   Check this out here whodi lay on the ground   For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound   They going click click blow, blow click click blow,   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow that's my style     [Verse 3:]  I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logic   Don't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it   Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat   Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach   Talking shit I'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much   Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up   See I love my fans but I don't love them haters   I don't really like the fame much dog   But I show love to paper uh-huh   I want something bigger cause I love the dough   Niggas talk shit, Shaq's out   Leave them looking like Mugsy Bogues   Zoom Zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow   Not the type that's gonna floss   But I ain't gonna hide it though   Learn the game from my big brother   C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well..C-E-O sounds   We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball   You know what's up what us   Now what's up with y'all, uh-ha     [Chorus:]  What's up playa? You looking slick with that   Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match   Check this out here whodi lay on the ground   For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound   They going click click blow, blow click click blow,   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow click click blow   Click click blow, blow that's my style