I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium
Hit a nigga for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click
I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this
U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song
If you know what I know run that shit to my doe
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
On a daily basis I be postin' it up
It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch
Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop
Wanna be us ass niggaz out there
Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
Split yo wig oh yes, I did
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know
Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro
I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio
We finna do this for all you thievin' ass
But still on the road doin' free shows
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me
Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV
Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch
Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck
Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine
But all my marketin' dollars goin' to, shh
That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch
Give us a club six mane tearin' it up
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron
You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth
You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that
I told you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid
We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty green
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize
Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse
Cock 'em up
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this
They try to play like its love and it's family
No competition with the juice 'cuz it's curtains
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?"
These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub
I made that in 92 a lil' not long
Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then
But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo'
You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin' ya
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo'
Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me
If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
Lights out next to the Mississippi river plumped
You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid
I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
