[Intro:]



Yeah son

There's mad kids up here gettin CREAM for the 9-6

(True) Yeah and I been doin this shit for a long time

Y'know? Shootin game bombs the mind

(Aight) And this is a year when mad caps get peeled

So I'ma spark this line, kick the real

(Bang em out!)



With all this chaos in the realms of the street

Ya local street thug gots ta make ends meet (True)

The average Joe is far too slow for this ghetto pro

You better know when I hit the streets I like to glow

I like to glisten and at the same time stay low

listen, motherfuck the fame, I'm persuin the dope

My steelo is abolic to a kilo

Cash is poppin, coke is cokin, fiends is coppin

Ain't that some shit, a player that's use to livin rich

is now a stick-up kid caught up in the ditch

In '94, Giuliani kicked down the door

In '95, niggas flipped to stay alive

Peelin caps while I laugh in the stash, four and a half

Remy and a glass, sparked the boom then I blast

They wanna confine me, sneak up from behind me

Bust a cap in my back and put me where they can't find me

They hate to see a young player pay (Naw, they don't wanna see that Sean)

They'd rather see him spray

But I'm like Vinny, a terminator, squeeze and let off

Usin verbs and nouns like rounds to blow ya head off

Hit nuff spots, heat nuff Glocks

If that's what it stops like Columbian blow crops

I'm out get the CREAM and ain't no doubt in my mind

Fuck this roach shit, I'm hit, I get down for mine



[Chorus:]



I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs

If we gettin money put ya hands in the air

I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs

On the regular, shakin victims with no fear

[repeat]



I hear you wanna be a player, alright son place your bets

Let's play a game of real nigga roulette

Witness a DOA as I spray the melee

Content and punctuation is compared to AK

You want a daily overdose from pure funk

I'm buckin off like Tommy 'gain but calm as a Buddhist monk

Decapitatin rappers in my trunk (what?)

I'm sick, puffin skunk, bouncin wit my click, poppin mega junk

I'm gettin dank white clouds be zig-zaggin

What's this talk about flippin ki's, c'mon you're nickel-baggin!

I'm blastin off wigs, ??? doubters believe it you see

I was packin heaters when jokers was bangin cheerleaders

Ain't nothin changed, it's still the same in the rap game

I'm known for bangin rookies out the frame

Y'all done forgot who was the pimp from the start

Sippin vintage wine eatin a'la carte

I'm phenomenal from the abdominal

Far from comical, lyrics is stickin the brains like barnicle

Never sleep, I'm bringin the drama to the streets with techniques

and rollin in fleet

Ain't nothin sweet about the streets so I'm poetically ill

I'm pure like coka and lyrics shine like Fiscelle

I got to bring it at'cha throat and you ain't showin no signs

K-Def let em know I get down for mine



[Chorus]



I get down for mine [x4]

I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs

On the regular, shakin victims with no fears