Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey

I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga

Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps





As I skate through the city in that black cuatro

You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so

I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint

That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense

But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires

Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers

I pop more than the collar

You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet

That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone

When she recognize a real don

I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes

Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes

Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet

You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway

What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped

Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked



HHEH! 

HHEH! 





Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste

Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face

You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it

I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin

But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session

I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n

"Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded"

Lookin for a nigga like Sig', you won't find it

I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more like

What I look for in a whore, heh, PUSSY!

Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess

I'm him, point blank period, the end

When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones

And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song

Even though I spit a gat

Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along



HHEH! 

HHEH! 





Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin

Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon'

I'm a thug by blood, not just off drugs

Even though I love, that purple mug

UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees

Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties)

I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain

Gave you some game that you can gain from

I'm here to end it now

Break the cycle of that bullshit same ol' same, that these lames run

It's a shame it's they names where they came from

These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite

Tie my shoes, lace my boots

They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot

Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft

He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course



HHEH! 

HHEH!