I can't fuck with you punk if you can't
36 ozs, no [goldees?], hoes on their knees,
They want their money or their dope
or they're killing all my children
Fuck that I'm Bruce Wayne insane,
if you see me in the rain I'm selling cocaine
You see I just joined the mob man
And see the run with the righteous
And I ain't with the stick up
For every nigga that you stick up
He's bound to call his clique up
I got to worry 'bout the police
And the F.B.I., wanna know why
'cause I'm a million dolla ball playa
And these minor league niggas
would love to see me fall playa
I'm underground like P- Funk,
And I'll still put you're bloody
body in the fucking trunk punk
I'm on 7 mile riding dirty
With a birdie in the trunk
subtract to pay the stack
Ill automobiles, V12's and meals
A half a million dollar house out in he hills
You's a hoe ass nigga, ain't got no loot
Fuck that rap that you saying,
My recital is vital once I commence
2 8th's is a half and 4 is a key
I'm a street politician so I politic
If the chicken ain't cookin'
then the grease ain't clickin'
Get a bird mother fucker,
Call me John Travlota 'cause I'm stayin'
To all my homies sellin' dope,
don't be a snitch and don't go broke