First to tell ya "Motherfucker,
trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie,
that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen,
game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones,
yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones,
yeah, that's me OK
Mister re- in' up with 'bout two phantoms,
yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head,
hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread,
hey, now me OK
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow
be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to,
I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you
know that's all tizzop
Presidential Day- Date,
looking like two blocks
Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it,
all my bitches is with it
One call that's all,
choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho',
got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips,
that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone,
guess I'm takin' a trip
First to tell ya "Motherfucker,
trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie,
that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen,
game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones,
yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones,
yeah, that's me OK
Mister re- in' up with 'bout two phantoms,
yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head,
hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread,
hey, now me OK
When L.A. Reid was in office made
some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga,
what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy
bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop
my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready,
Vice- prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what
ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah,
like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear
to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin',
plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper,
rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about
me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin'
in that 4- door Accord
Wassup
First to tell ya "Motherfucker,
trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie,
that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen,
game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones,
yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones,
yeah, that's me OK
Mister re- in' up with 'bout two phantoms,
yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head,
hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread,
hey, now me OK
Snow can eyeball a seven,
yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches,
yeah without the jail
You can call me postman,
don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes,
you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches,
put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for,
you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was
green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums,
might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought
I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas
thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while,
yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep,
or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol
First to tell ya "Motherfucker,
trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie,
that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen,
game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones,
yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones,
yeah, that's me OK
Mister re- in' up with 'bout two phantoms,
yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head,
hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread,
