is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon Do you know that you ready for this, huh We gonna see if you
pressure Porsche Panamera, platinum hammer through the metal Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer Step your jewels up, they bruised up, I'll sparkle for
Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer step your jewels up, they bruised up I'll sparkle for
for sure, we want more We make it rain from the tech and wop The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us
, got a crack pack You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn
you out here servin' them rocks up I know you want the radio and screens to pop up But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up Know the difference
We all want someone to shout for Yeah, everyone wants somebody to adore But your heroes aren't what they seem When you've been where we've been Have
up in tha morn don't know if they died, don't know who they friend can't even trust they kin. Fuck it! Fake it till ya make it keep it
and cuss Learn pain and plus Get tricks to claim the bust Think they nuts Slurp them up Hook or work 'em up Wake them up, break 'em up Taking crust shake 'em up
joke, broke, ya'll niggas be cracking me up Player hating, plotting, and planning on jacking me up Don't do it, you don't know these niggas is backing me up
the anti-depressant Smile now but trip later and put your hand out for the present Lay down for fifteen so your body can feel rest Kick your feet up
right and up and down Hey yo, D how we do it Left and right and up and down Yo D, how we do it Left and right and up and down Funk Doc, how we do it
Twenty one when I'm clubbin it Fake ID for the fuck of it I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy? Two
3: cuban link ] I'm runnin ralleys from new york to cali up in a caddy Puffin like daddy with paddy, baggin the weed up in the backseat Crackin forties
since we came up I used to run with them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for
to be rich Don't have a trust for the lust for one I get a bitch So quick and all the stuff we have Make her jealous girlfriends lust for cash But fuck
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this In 1981, that's where it all begun We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short
run, my nigga 'Cause we been to known to rip shit up So keep yo' chains up 'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up 'fore
