I said..fuck em all, muthafuck em all 

Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll 

I would've been your friend till the end bitch 

Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness 

Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness 

But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue 

These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you 

These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you 

Eww, you niggas disgust me 

And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me 

Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches 

Or how I walked in this game with no crutches 

No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre 

No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay 

And I'm still here 

We still here 

What does this break dude?..It's still here 

And dude talk, concernin New York 

When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk 

So I watched you niggas take they first steps 

And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya 

But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya 

So I rest my case 

I'm a rappin lawyer 

That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches 

Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches 

No words, I describe em with letters best 

They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S" 

They keep it G, they sweet as T 

Look good in the passenger seat of V 

They ride double R, smell like double C 

The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G 

Fly as hell, shades wire cell 

On E, sippin P.J., high as hell 

And please don't even talk about swag 

I'm cool and collective 

A Fool with perspective 

I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal 

I already came up 

You still on the zipper pull 

And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn 

I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin 

They watch what I do, so they know what to do 

Lil money never told big money what to do 

Money talks, if you speak guapanese 

A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes 

If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone 

And that way you can holla bout a dolla 

I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler 

Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas 

You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas 

I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala 

We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala 

I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla 

Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened? 

Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin 

They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies? 

Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey 

So fuck new friends unless they stay solo 

Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo? 

Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him 

The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him 

No Carlito's way 

When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe 

Youahead, got me later 

Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way 

The new day of the week is called My day 

So its my say, Pass my K 

I'm thru talkin