“I had to fade ‘em into black
Hit ‘em with the crossover, made ‘em jump back
And before all that
I used to make ‘em pump crack
Ridin ‘shotgun in the Eight slump back
Max leave the streets? Please, they don’t want that
They need me in the shit
The .40 cals is mine, the nina’s we could split
Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin’ ‘em with the fifth
And you couldn’t really hide, ‘cause I seen that nigga trip
You ain’t seen a nigga flip
Until they bank 50 G’s and you feed a nigga shrimps
39, 40 and you feed a nigga strips
Beat the nigga bitch,
’til she bleedin from the lips, yeah
Got me speedin’ in the six
Drunk off the hen’, breezin’ in the mist
Chicks believin’ in the dick
Fiendin’ for a sniff
Got me needin’ for a spliff
Ain’t a thing funny, when you fucking with this money
I’ma lean you off a cliff…G’s up”