[Intro]  Yeah  It is what it is man  Uh huh    [Verse 1]  Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off  It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off  They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought  Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'  The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened  Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'  Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me  They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me  When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe  I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me  I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks  A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack  Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max  Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat  Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm  First to let off, last to run, everytime its on    [Chorus]  I tell niggas to suck my dick  Get the fuck out my face  Cause I don't need 'em  Cause they're never around  When I'm down  Shot and I'm bleedin'    [50 Cent]  What, niggas yeah  Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga  Oh yeah  That's what I thought so, pussy    [Verse 2]  niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy  Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties  Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie  nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly  I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind  Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime  When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire  Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire  Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit  Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split  They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin  What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started  Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at  Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack  You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta  I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya    [Chorus]  I tell niggas to suck my dick  Get the fuck out my face  Cause I don't need 'em  Cause they're never around  When I'm down  Shot and I'm bleedin'    [Outro]  What?  Who said they gonna do somethin' to me  You must be out your rabbid ass mind  Fuck around and kill one of these niggas