So you say you a gangsta riiight
Are you really a rider yeeaa
You don't take sh*t from no one nooo
And got ya mind on ya muthaf**kin dough lets go
I'll be a South Side ni**a till i rot
Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the '69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I BLEW A BUCK &A QUARTER just to get the feel
SO my head lights move when i move the steering wheel
I ain't GUNNIN FOR nothing its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists appeal
I move 2 mill my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube I'll smack yall for real
Go 'head hate on me now you'll miss a ni**a later
I'm hood like BULLETHOLES and pissy elevators
I went from playin the same block to Bangkok
So i can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week
And get so much p**sy i can't sleep
Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now I'm on my own
So i had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick GUN OR THE BOTTLE
If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow
I ain't even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz Mac 10 and a choppa
White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper you a glass shopper
I blow m*******a the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular ni**a
All the promoters pay 100 OR more to bring ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em
Evisu's and Red Monkey's with the monkey on em
Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We don't tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth b**ch there's rocks poppin out the wrists
And my outfits a eyestopper for the chicks
Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now I'm on my own
So i had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick GUN OR THE BOTTLE
If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow
A ni**a throw his hands up at me i send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm I'm a f**king Don
I burn big everyday nothing but the BOMB
I don't cuddle as soon as i get the nut i'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop ya a**all by myself
I got white gold rose gold yellow gold platinum
Young hoes old hoes yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my sh*t again
So this is for the corner they cornered a ni**a in
I wish you would try jump me I'll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Ni**a you stupid ridin by tryna blast me
Cuz my WINDOWS got the glass from a taxi
Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now I'm on my own
So i had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick GUN OR THE BOTTLE
If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow
