I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin for my mother and I'm payin' bills Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
[Intro:] Most people would consider this illegal [Chorus:] Since we are the best and you agree with me right? No need to debate... the way we run shit
virgins Last time on a Khaled remix, now I'm on the original version Can't never count me out, y'all better count me in Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me
cant nobody do it iller I got a new name That you can call me Instead of dope yall just refer to me As mr. one hell of a nigga Who you know do it bigger? Than me
em if ya hit me Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop Papa said we bang bang boogie We get em oh goodie Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me
out got me fiendin', bam I hit the G ready for the street Heavy, ghetto sweet breezin' through the evenin', bam I'm on the lounge path for the warm
like me Name a chick who can do it like me Get on top, can she move it like me? move it like me move it like me chorus:
and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin' on and too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm
me be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty, without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that
, this for the West Coast CD Let me clear my throat Check it out, check it out, check it out We gonna drop it like this, yo This album is the best of
petty thieves crooked ass cops won't let me breathe all my love for the city won't let me leave what they expect from me? they want the best from me they
, see For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run For the love of my money Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game So peep as me creep and me
round "Leavin' em off on ya raw" Ya plot me 'cause you watch me My nigga you know you watchin' me now When bitch niggaz run up and try me I'm flippin
face me Crash collide with the niggas that hate me Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety Make me reach for
beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me And they wonder why we
try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that