Broad Street bullying this motherfucker,
Big pop for the props, Sieg been a boss
got the Bentley's and the Porsche
put the 9 -double -M to your cerebellum
The life of a boss ain't easy
Every day I'm in your papers,
every week I'm on your TV
And if these feds ain't tryin' squeeze me,
these lawyers tryin' bleed me
It's a small price to pay to play
Court cases in abundance,
suitcase full of hundreds
Round table meetings with the bosses
The house look like a fortress,
driveway full of Porsches
Bentleys and Rolls Royces,
yellow coupes with the horses
My niggas dress like they takin' photo
shoots for the law enforcement
You inquire on the price,
then you can't afford it, we eatin'
You niggas wearin' fake jewelry,
I don't count paper, I weigh it
And I don't place bets, I lay it
And I don't kill niggas, I'll bait
Pop for the props, ain't been a boss
got the Bentley's and the Porsche
put the 9WM to your cerebellum
Yo, C -Tel, it cost to be the boss,
Ball like Chris Paul, and I don't push the pill
I just move the rock, I'm a boss,
It's what you keep, not what you cop
Niggas talk what they used to do,
How much coke that they used to grab
I'm doin' it, you done it
Yeah, you ran it, but we runnin'
If I don't got it, shit, I don't want it
And I don't chase paper, I catch it
Back and forth trips to the desert
Tryna hit my number twice, then press it
This money long like cigarette boats
We bout to blow it like cigarette smoke
About a dollar, I'm gettin' to it
I blow a mil' like I didn't do it
I used to think fast, try to hurry the dough
Now I get it fast, just bury it slow
got the Bentley's and the Porsche
the 9 -double -M to your cerebellum
I'm like Rick without the
ask Rick who was the first nigga
with the beard and the bald head
Get mine and get knackered