These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I shine   But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay down      The paint is peeling, when the chips are down   You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round      Funny how the world revolves around my click   'Cause just a year ago, nigga ain't had shit   Me and my right hand share the same outfit   Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit      It's amazing the way that boy came up so quick   But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, shit   I'm the new nigga the others can't stand   The rubber band man, be goddamned if I can      Let another nigga feel my spot   If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop   I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not   Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block      The paint is peeling, when the chips are down   You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round   The paint is peeling, when the chips are down   You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round      Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement   Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix   I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience   So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift      Magazines wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been   It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in   2001, I was playing my PlayStation   And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart pacing      All I could think about was I had my guns   And my drugs in the basement   It was either that or the state pen   I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement      The paint is peeling, when the chips are down   You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round   The paint is peeling, when the chips are down   You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round      Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone   Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam   But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone   A year past now God did and L gone      And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click   To think about that, before I let the song stick   Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him   'Cause I'm down to going all round lose or win      If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride   Every strip block the projects is on my side   A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm   Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, nigga      The paint is peeling, when the chips are down   You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round   The paint is peeling, when the chips are down   You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round