See I live it, Charlie

And then I write it, pimping

Then I record it, dirty

Then it's a song!

But then they hate on me

Cuz they can't take, homie

That I might break, homie

From my home



Which is the west side

F I wicked as the witches from the

West side in the wizard

You see I live it, scribble it

Deliver it, then I distribute it

To my niggas, But yet I

For the life of me

Can't understand the rivalry

Said about my number one fan, my man

He used to ride with me

But now he spitefully uses fighting words to frighten me

Slightly perturbed I war at his words rightfully

I should be lightning like in his ass

But I pass and lightly brush off the ash

From the square of that square

You see I really don't care

But it's a whole lot of insulted niggas over here

Bear in mind some of them mind, all of them won't

Some of them rhyme, all of them don't

Most of them grind, all of them inclined

To see you signed and combined

To be on your ass so serious



You see I live it, Charlie

And then I write it, pimping

Then I record it, dirty

Then it's a song!

But then they hate on me

Cuz they can't take, homie

That I might break, homie

From my home