(Gangsta)
Who me? I'm Mark Twain, switch lanes
(Gangsta)
Keep my hustle on da low and a bitch in her place
Flip change and always keep a extra clip, man
Sometimes I even have to ask myself why
Them niggas ain't like it when I went and brought a blue mink
You say you better but I'm still makin' more chedder
Find me in a two-seater wit a all wifebeater
See a young nigga ballin'
Full clip for niggas snitchin' when they catch a case
And if you yappin' out yo' mouth then tell it to my face
See da streets they be callin'
Boy, open up yo' mouth and tell me how this barrel taste
(Gangsta)
He spit boy and I'm gonna have to make 'em drip, boy
A young playa in the rap game
So stop frontin' 'cause them hoes for you ain't fuckin'
Keep truckin', looka here, boy, don't you stop here
Them niggas so goddamn fresh and so fly
A young playa in the rap game
I really hate when niggas talk too much
Might see me in a ride that ain't even a day old
Blow da brains on damn near everything I roll, man
Hey, let them niggas out there know yo' name, folk
Been on my game every since them crocked folks came
Even crazy lazy ass hoes gon' pay me
But they ass don't know them laws on a payroll
I'm too clever for these hoes to play me
When they ain't never had to get away from po-po
It ain't magic but that glock will make you disappear
Ain't never had to pay they bills from choppin' up coke
Talkin' real loud but you ain't sayin' nuthin'
Ain't never ever seen the barrel of a chopper smoke
(Gangsta)
Hey, Rich Boy, go on and pass me da click toy
Ridin' 'round in a Lac, man
They say R I C H B O and Y
A P I M P bitch till I die
Gettin' head from yo' bitch but yo' dumb ass see her
So now they talkin' to da police at da precinct
You're like a kid, nigga, still writin' love letters
(Gangsta, gangsta)
See da streets, they be callin'
Just 'cause you got a strap don't mean you can't get touched
See a young nigga ballin'
I'm sick and tired of all these niggas hollerin' cut throat
