Fuck that club (Shit) They want that thug (Shit) But I ain´t no thug, bitch And I ain´t no gangsta, bitch I´m a hustler, ho
And I got no problem If you want it, you can get it Boy, I bust you
Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? Me P-I to the motherfuckin´ T It´s not my fault that your bitch chose me Now her and her girlfriend wanna do me This is for those boys in those Chevys, sittin´ on them King James Them 2-3s And if you got a problem with me, holler at my lawyer Bitch, sue me I´m tired of the fuck-boy rap, fuck-boy this, fuck-boy that Watch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme
Those wanna be fiddlers I´m straight, you get shot nine times Ten years in the game, since 99, I was speakin´ my mind (Yes, sir) And then shit changed, if you got a problem Bitch, cross Dade County line
I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for That trap-boy jackboy shit
I´ma tell y´all boy, y´all boys got me fucked up (Yeah, straight up)
Better duck when them things buck I ain´t nigga boy, nigga what? Nigga who? Who the fuck is you? Talkin´ to me like you know me Ain´t your dog, ain´t your buddy, ain´t your homie Nah brah, not me And if you spit it, better live it, better in fact, better show me I´ma make em say uhh, not even Master P could crack like this And you ain´t never seen a chico in the gang this raw since pawn that could rap like this (TS) I hear them and they raps about the coke and the crack And the click to the clack, but to me, it´s chit-chat Blam, motherfucker, take that, now
I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for That trap-boy jackboy shit
I´ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boys Makin digits off the coke when they whip it Ride a stick, double clip it One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississipi Cock back, click it, blam Poppin´ what you think is last What you wanna do is get found in a trunk in a lake and stankin´
I took my money from the shoebox, now I bank it Foolish, ain´t it?
I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk I´ma give ´em what they ask for That trap-boy jackboy shit
Fuck that club (Shit) They want that thug (Shit) But I ain´t no thug, bitch And I ain´t no gangsta, bitch I´m a hustler, ho And I got no problem