I mean, you would to If you looked like this [Pre-Hook:] Ay yo today I'm on my fly shit... Ay yo you see me on my fly shit, naw they ain't never styling
feelin like a g, Hand me down gear, some shit you never seen, Droppin three stacks now, so fresh so clean, See we never coulda dreamed of, All of the shit
Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup On this shit, I can't stand
I let the muh'fuckin mac-11 hack everything under the neck off Used to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up I done done some evil shit and one
'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene
So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms
strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G Real G's who drop ki's Protect these, N-U-T
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit
d with that nigga who flow so wreckless He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me Ain't have shit
go out in a blaze of glory before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully I took trips with so much shit in the whip that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd
t think Sauce the shit So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy Hammers fly, might miss you, but your
'm buckin your booze cause you smoke crack I get the munchies and I eat a greasy Big Mac Finding me smoked out ain't unlikely That's why my homies call me D