What's the deally yo? What?   I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones   Yeah, squeeze the juice outta the headphones      When you think of me you think of a problem   Who? What? When? And how you gonna solve 'em   Automatic or revolving      K I double S and here's the lesson   Most beams is infrared, but mine's is florescent   No matter where you go, I'ma spot you   No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you   And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you   I got to, treat you like the clutch and pop you      Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey   'Cuz you ain't nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny   And the only the thing left to discuss is more money   In these bullshit games these chickens, try to run me      Ya'll know ya'll can't touch us, I flow lushes   It's so real I make her hop out and get the dutches   I'm sittin' on a thousand birds and I hide from the cameras, why?   'Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words      Ain't ya'll heard? Ya'll get what ya'll deserved   Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served   And you got some nerve, for P-Hing   Jason, do you have any idea who you facing?      Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out   It's too hot,s burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out   It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen   And it's sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention      Chilling, sittin' on about half a million   And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women   Next two years I should see about a billion   All for the love of drug dealing      Chilling, sittin' on about half a million   And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women   Next two years I should see about a billion   All for the love of drug dealing      Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, bullet proof designer shirt   Rolling with a China doll, she'll be reminding ya'll   Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course   Jadakiss and L O X boss, a pro 'cause I grow off the shit that I absorb   You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke   You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke      Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit   Wiping everybody out, right before the credits   I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with   When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit      The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest   Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless   I ain't even big and I size niggas up   'Cuz they eyes give 'em up, look at 'em and see they butt      I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go   You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko   Every since 12 I've been spittin' like tobacco   Relax though, pop the tape CD and the wax though      They wonder how, but the thing about ours, we open up 24 hours   Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power   So you should keep quiet, you a coward   About to be laid out flat, and pushing up flowers      Chilling, sittin' on about half a million   And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women   Next two years I should see about a billion   All for the love of drug dealing      Chilling, sittin' on about half a million   And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women   Next two years I should see about a billion   All for the love of drug dealing      Chilling, sittin' on about half a million   And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women   Next two years I should see about a billion   All for the love of drug dealing      Chilling, sittin' on about half a million   And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women   Next two years I should see about a billion   All for the love of drug dealing