And talk my shit
I boast and brag ´cause it was not supposed to last
Not even talking ´bout rap
I´m talkin´ bullets, drugs, and scraps

I got members in the pen and I got members who went back
To their maker, hope they show that nigga all of my prayers
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
I got members in the pen and I got members who went back (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
To their maker, hope they show that nigga all of my prayers

Twistin´ fingers, livin´ gangsta every since I was a youngin
I shoot first, don´t never shoot back, ain´t nobody punkin´ Punken
Dumpin´ guts and dumpin´ burners, dumpin´ bitches by the bundle
Bundle sellin´, you could scale it but don´t leave it at your front door

I was knuckin´, I was buckin´, servin´ duckin´ from the hundos
Bunch of flunkies servin´ junkies, uncle Bo was my first custo´
I turned nothin´ into somethin´, robbin´, juggin´, hittin´ plays
Now I´m productive, got some money and a whole lotta hate
But call me Maxo whole lotta, had a whole lotta B´s
Seen a whole lotta streets, fucked a whole lotta freaks
Took a whole lot for granted, had a whole lotta heat
And my story ain´t the best but it´s a whole lotta me
I seen a cell and I seen hell and it ain´t have a place for me (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)

Been through the mud a hundred times and still it ain´t a stain on me
They talkin´ down when I was down but I´m back up like balconies
So I´ma show my naked ass, still got more class than faculties

And talk my shit (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
I boast and brag ´cause it was not supposed to last
Not even talking ´bout rap
I´m talkin´ bullets, drugs, and scraps
I got members in the pen and I got members who went back
To their maker, hope they show that nigga all of my prayers

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh