and motherfuckin' get out the game Just do for the drug game is even worse because in a drug game If somebody jerks you, you can shoot 'em and kill 'em But in this game
gangsta with the articals, In them magizines with the bitch editors, Keep it real in the game, Niggas got no shame, Now all the executives want all the fame, Based on the videos
got me picking up my pen again Swinging on my jock like Tarzan Looking for a change, hoping my head swoll Thinking I'm rich cause I made a little video
many fuck with me Hang with me or ride to the highest level of ridetivity One to the neck, two to the neck I'm sticking them leaving them scarred Bitch
argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And who'da even knew that who would'a even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them
Y'knahmsayin'? I'm sittin' back watchin' Kanye video And I see the same *** That was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video Then I flip the muh*** channel Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video
forgive me for my sinning, I aint saying that im finished but Im praying in advance Cuz they way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants Yea ball game
this is revenge like when them Russians caught us all on with the red light no bullets just pens no machine guns just machined up rims yea I let me fitted
a writer now Than a rapper now Got me payin' taxes now Can't relax now Got big corporations, sending me faxes now More than just Yo now CEO now You see them diamonds and them
I flavor up this vide' like oregano Slinging them nouns and verbs You couldn't hear me with binoculars I guess I'm just a little different 'cause I do love them
hittin' them cuties with game And the truancy came Started cuttin' in just class, I was comin' all fast, I was new to game Used to playin' on TV courtesy of video
If I go over your head it's cause your ass duckin FUCK the underground I rhyme for them fly motherfuckers that's up, that ain't tryin to dumb it down FUCK radio, FUCK video
[Hook: Bun B] I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You fakin on
the buzz and came colder I toucht them street G's, Them go gettas, And crack stars You 6 feet deep or some where sleep behind them iron bars Cuz I done
little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang Them
to Heaven, yo, and if that's so Let's shoot, dawg, them all, yo let's see if we go I got some low corn booth or video, for my niggy though Gave it to
pray for the light to turn him back to stone And shine bright enough so I can find my way home Watching myself from above and just behind Like I'm controlling video games