What?
First to let off, last to run, every time it's on
Shit's crazy, just a different day, it's the same shit
Niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', like now you know that's a lie
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
I tell niggas to suck my dick
You must be out your rabbid ass mind
Nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
What, niggas yeah
'Cause, I don't need 'em
That's what I thought so, pussy
When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
'Cause, I don't need 'em
When I'm down, shot and I'm bleedin'
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
They sit, they see me in the Aston Martin
'Cause, they're never around
Up a fence runnin', cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Queen's nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Oh, yeah
When I'm down, shot and I'm bleedin'
Get the fuck out my face
A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack
I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
Get the fuck out my face
'Cause, they're never around
They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
'Cause, you was lettin' paper stack
What's the matter, they can't get that hoopty started
Thought you was fucked
