Every time I get my hands on   I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't stack   Than man, I wouldn't hustle   I'm legal dog, I got the same Desert Eagle, dog      When birds fly out of my hands   And to my people, dog, ya understand?   The white-man can't fuck with me   I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my company      Papered up, beyond motherfucker's belief   A millionaire patrolling the city streets   See the flames burning in my eyes motherfucker   'Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams, motherfucker      I ain't the one like I said, I want it all   And like my comrads, time to wake up and ball   Call shots, have it ready, soft and rocked   Let all my neighborhood, fiends      Come to scrap all the pots   Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots   And if it's funked than my killers   Come to shut down the block      If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping   Nigga, that's mathematics   Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'   Nigga, that's mathematics      I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress   Nigga, that's mathematics   With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill   I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics      I work for mines, let my work, work for me   I make my ends, my friends buy their work from me   Money is me, that folding on those switches is me   Went out on the seat and out with all those bitches is me      I make money, while I'm sleeping   'Cause money don't sleep   Money is up, seven days of the week   Three-sixty-five, if you grind than it pays      I don't mind as long as your one-o, is straight   Put some bread on this plate, plus a little rate   That I give mines, with a tape how to grind   I'ma leave my dent in the game like ripples   As a kid, even tried to make my lunch my triples      Stack it up, how do you think I bought that first double up?   {Unverified} and that other shit I hustled up, mathematics   That's just how I look at it   With enough carrots to feed a whole hood of rabbits      If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping   Nigga, that's mathematics   Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'   Nigga, that's mathematics      I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress   Nigga, that's mathematics   With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill   I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics      Everything is to the good, now I'm living how I wanna   I got dope around the world and got some, still on the corner   If you broke, come and see me, I got shit for you to do   I got a class on how to make one bird turn in two      I'm a connected shot caller, pure bread baller   All I do is try to make my money, flip like quota-quarters   If money is the root to all evil than I'm {Unverified}   And money is a race on mind, so I'm cheating      I don't want shit subtracted, everything added   I didn't look back for shit, since I hit bird status   And now I pack clips like Glaydis with no tips   Just a whole bunch of bloods and a whole bunch of crips      And a whole bunch of bitches, when I rock the microphone   And my key to success is thirty-six hard zones   With my mind on a dub, re-up and stack cabbage   And I'm a walking proof of the signs of mathematics      If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping   Nigga, that's mathematics   Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo-Banging and dippin'   Nigga, that's mathematics      I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress   Nigga, that's mathematics   With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill   I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics      Yeah, nigga this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life   Nigga, don't get it fucked up and its straight nothing   But mathematics around here and in case you didn't know   Nigga, that's money, all this mother fucking ice and chrome   Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' that then   Fuck you in your ass you, hating ass, nigga   Hey Fresh, let this shit bump, homie