Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)

Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)

You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on,

Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.

Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E 

Big body be for your CD on ya DVD

For ya T.V in ya head beats 

In ya back seat (Haha) 

Yall think I'm mean

Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout

How you the drug game sewed up and locked down

John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody 

Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it

You should be shouting out them bodies you buried

Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's 

Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club

You got so many guns

Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed

I got two more verses for (huh)

this ain't just to an individual person

These questions here for all of ya



(Hook x1)

I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat 

(DO 

DAT) 

I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do 

dat (DO DAT) 



(Chorus x2)

Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit

When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis

And they start to finding out what what rappin really is 



Now that you know what the song about

Yall probably cussin me out

You gonna listen to it anyhow

Lets talk about somebody Eskimo

Rentin they jewelry from Jacob

And don't let me know

You got a platinum piece

But your chain is plain right gone(?)

After the video it gotsta go back to the sto'

That's Crazy

Talkin bout some shit you don't own

Oughta be ashamed of yourself

Yo don't they call that frontin holmes?

You ain't Jigga, Nigga

Nor can you spin like puff

And got a cash money deal

So what's your big willy talk for?

I get so excited man

Your track got me leapin

Then you start rhyming and *Yawn*

I get sleepy



(Chorus x1)

(Hook x1)



It's a sad situation

Record name buggin out

Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about

Whoa

Yeah that's crazy

And you think about it baby

Only thing that changed in yo rhyme

Was ya day “2000”

Oh that shit is hot

Put that on the album

You heard it with my man

Kick that shit (??)

Loud and proud

Nigga swear he be throwin down

Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth

I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right

No more muthafuckin sound alikes

Sounded like (Mobb Deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (B.I.G.!)

And we don't need no more please!



(Chorus x1 & 1/2)