Fury Yeah, yeah, huh, aye! What the fuck I got to worry about now? Nigga, you think after weatherin´ the storm and comin´ from the extremes I came from
You think I´mma come all this way to get scared? Hahah! Nah, nigga, I´mma motherfuckin´ win Nigga, if all this shit go out the window right now, man I´m all too familiar with this shit My nigga, I´m straight, you dig? Please believe that shit, man Hey!
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O´s, drop me off at the sto´ And I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners
And I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight
I gotta couple of V´s wit´ the kits, MPV´s on my wrist A lot of glamour and glitz, but shawty I don´t need it My beginnin´ was a humble one, a hustler I´m a son of one Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab, flipped another one Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin´ like some bubblegum Junkies hatin´ on my stacks, sayin´ I´m nuttin but a young
Buck, niggas say, "What?", then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit´ nuts change a old nigga whole face up Cause I spray the nigga´s whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up They´ll try you once, ´til you pull a .40, then tell ´em shawty don´t play wit´ us I´m fourteen in the dope game and don´t care ´bout catchin´ no case, bruh Don´t consider me, not statistically, another nigga it´s too late for Hey, wait, bruh, bet any nigga came from that? Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that
Hey, you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine, and somewhere I can slang And I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well-known in the town that I´m holdin´ it down So I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight
[B.G.] Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin´ fiction I´m a livin´ legend.. no stuntin´, no reppin´ You can check my track record, I´m highly respected I´mma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil´ Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation there" Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there I held it down, where-ever I go When I´m in the A wit´ the King, or in Detroit in the snow I´m a pro, whether it´s movin´ snow or movin´ ´dro That´s between me and you, I can get it for the low But that´s nothing, everybody say they got a story Mine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury" At the end of the day, it seems to won´t go away I guarantee the heart of the streets is straight
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O´s, drop me off at the sto´ And I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners And I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight
[Jeezy] Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!) It´s a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!) I´m straight, you betta ask somebody (body) Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me) A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be But half the niggas in the hood just like me (damn!)
You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day? You should try standin´ around wit´ eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!) Somebody pray for me, I don´t know nothin´ else (AYE!) Why should I help you, when you ain´t tryin´ to help yourself I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah) Who you kiddin´ nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!) Fuck bein´ broke, this a reality check (check) While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!) Gotta crawl ´fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon´ hate (geyeah!) but tell them niggas I´m straight (AHAH!)
Hey, you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine, and somewhere I can slang And I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well-known in the town that I´m holdin´ it down So I´m straight, hey, shawty, I´m straight
[ Pimp C] Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I´m talking ´bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I´m sayin´? On the cool y´know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there Said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta niggas´ feathers But niggas didn´t really understand what the nigga was talking ´bout Y´know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but.. Me I understood from the get go That what the nigga was tryin´ to put In these motherfuckin´ stupid ass niggas´ faces!! Was the fact that it´s a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you takin´ care of yo´ business and doin´ king shit you a king! What these niggas shoulda been tryin´ to do was tryin´ to get close to the nigga And get some understandin´ about the type of game He was tryin´ to put in these motherfuckin´ niggas´ ear holes! Understand what I´m sayin´? So I´m layin´ back I´m watchin´ the game from the sideline Know what I´m talking ´bout? And I´m seein´ all these ol´ pussy ass niggas out here Talking ´bout they this and they that, but they really ain´t doin´ nothin! Cause they motherfuckin´ paper ain´t right When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I´m talking ´bout? They shit ain´t cut right, ya shit ain´t right! Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I´m talking ´bout? And them niggas talking ´bout they "trill niggas" Don´t even know what the motherfuckin´ word mean! Know what I´m talking ´bout? This comin´ from the O.G. style trill Know what I´m talking ´bout? Not these ol´ fake ass niggas Tryin´ to come on the scene later on and tryin´ to take glory for some shit Some other niggas paid dues for, know what I´m talking ´bout? So this is what is.. we bringin´ Georgia and Texas together All you ol´ BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain´t down wit´ the play Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like ´Pac say You niggas flabby, lookin´ like Larry Holmes BACK YO´ BITCH ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the South Cause it´s our time to shine, know what I´m talking ´bout? Now let´s do this shit!