I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move fort apache Queensbridge corner athlete at 6-1 170 plus Hennyed up walk around like I could never be touched the whole clique be heavily truck peep the style though tricking house notes and whips on these foul hoes wild as Alpo crack crusade rap bu-ffets a rare site like blacks in toupees keep the Rollie shinin' true players know the science and those that's behind me be the Giants while y'all are Jets last place niggas minor threats stay on the move till it's time to rest aint it bugged? so take it back to the time Rickle's with Doug I used to fiend to hear my shit in the club torchin it for the less fortunate y'all need to watch me bitches start to swarm like the paparazzi pussy and money it made me cocky celebrity getting no sleep drinking heavily and live the life some will never see
(chorus) I got a fist full of dollars (and you talking that shit) rich rap scholar (and you talking that shit) we plan to live forever (don't be talking that shit) you better get your shit together (stop talking that shit) it's the top of the division (still talking that shit) knock'em out position ('cause we talking that shit) anything can happen (so don't be talking that shit) now watch me go platinum (just for talking that shit)
1's for the money 2's for the weed spot undercover cops follow me though they need not it's like I'm Rick James caught in the mix rockin' thick chains from hood to hood aint shit changed supplying hits the type of cat hoes eye and dip tricking the same loot that some'll try and flip why attempt to go against the livest clique? Firm knowing you'll burn soon as the fire's lit and by the time it sets in I'll be a veteran aiming for the waistline hit you at the midsection trick questions for game shows call me arrogant too thugged out who do you blame though payroll the whole clique salute the rich moving out of the hood kids play where we used to piss niggaas is humorous it's Nature who this? claiming desperado aim shoot and they miss but the fact is I'm giving back to the bridge from the athletes to the hoes and blow trafficers I'll do anything to be the man from competing with fam hold guns squeeze with either hand it's like I'm ambidexterous somehow stress this talking about blowing knowing the family's restless how many ways can you correct this? so with that I exit I guees it's up to the experts
Compositores: Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Jermain Anthony Baxter (Nature) ECAD: Obra #7730922