Yeah, what, whatever
Do your promos, do your mixtapes
Get a deal, nigga, I don't give a fuck
You can never be on my level, kid, yeah
Now the question on everybody mind,
did you see him?
Floating around town, riding around in the
VMs
I'm
Cajun, dudes be hating for no reason
Saying, I don't like him, but
they all wanna be him
I'm hotter than any rapper
out this season
Who claim they butter, and they keep it toast
I eat them, I'm sucker free,
I stay on point I'm never sleeping
I'm counting these suckas while
these suckas still dreaming
So get at me, dawg, like you
DMX
Yeah,
D .I .E., you dealing with me,
Ted
It's the gangsta over here
that you fucking with, shit
My songs bumpin'
Houston like I'm
Lil'
Fed
Oh, you bugged out, talked out,
be all of that, kid
And one ear not the other,
cause I ain't tryna hear it
It must be the money
That got motherfuckers acting funny
Telling me they hungry
But, dawg, I don't want me
To pop up on the scene with
them things
Believe me, it gets ugly
And you can find me
where the thugs be
Rockin' them car hard jeans with the polo rug,
be with her
Pound it, you might buy it, give it up
No, I do my one -two, nigga, I hit em up
Niggas always playin' that spot,
they sittin' ducks
Wherever they drive, I'm the head,
do I get a rush, a rush?
Pound it, you might buy it, give it up
No, I do my one -two, nigga, I hit em up
Niggas always playin' that spot,
they sittin' ducks
Wherever they drive, I'm in the head,
do I get a rush, a rush?
Oh, oh, oh no,
they don't want me to blow
They want me six feet deep,
yo, coverin' my dome
They told me it'd be some jealousy
Get a name in the game,
become a celebrity
Bitch, there was nothing they
could do to stop me
Cause please,
G, I'm a winner like
Rocky
Plus, I got originality,
it'd be hard to copy me
They could try, but they are not me
Bitch, I know my steelo,
when they come to the hoes
Stick and move, they say I'm cocky
But they all deal with it, cause
they all wanna get it
Cause I stay iced out like hockey,
small or stocky
I knock niggas out the box,
but it's too bad cause I don't box
Look, I'm street player, I got glocks
And y 'all weed haters, y 'all got cops
G, I'm on the block,
see me grindin'
So don't think it's sweet when
you see me rhymin'
Cause I'm the one that walks
around with the iron
And I have fake rappers like you hidin'
When I put the
Pound it, you might buy it, give it up
No, I do my one -two,
Nick, I hit him up
Niggas always playin',
that's why they sittin' ducks
Wherever they at, so I'm at the handle,
I get a rush an d rush
Pound it, you might buy it, give it up
No, I do my one -two,
Nick, I hit him up
Niggas always playin',
that's why they sittin' ducks
Wherever it is, I'm gonna hit
it, I can't rush the rush
