I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)



This aint that bullshit, it's somethin I got to say

Not tomorrow but today, I'll be right away

I done been paid, I been broke and in that fo' do'

When it rained I got soaked, I had no dro to blow

My gal had foods stamps, she tried to get us food

So I did what I had to do to try to get get us through

Makin music wasn't always profitable

Major lables were a lot like hospitals

You don't always come home, sometimes you die in there

Someties they so backed up they slip and leave you lyin there

Soo, fuck em me, easy, and slick gon run this and

Just like we pump rich, we gon pump this

You underestimate me thinkin I'm some, bitch

And that's that shit that gets you sleepin with them fish

When they at my funeral, some gon say I was an asshole

Big Stak Mak, ho. Alias: Fatso



I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)



If you come round through there, it's gon sound damn near like new years

I sweaaar

Who would've cared if you died out there?

Fuck em, I live for me until I'm 6 feet

These streets, booby trapped and filled with banana peels

I'm tryin not to slip, it's hard to keep a grip

I'm holdin on tight, refusin to let it go

This could be my last night, look at it you never know

Catch me at the red light, bullet holes in my vehicle

If I make it back to y'all, that's gon be a miracle

Stratigic, my every move is tatical

A lot of dudes play rock hard, but on the low they vaginal

What you see in videos is mostly magical

What you're hearin now will some day be defined as classical

Big Stizzle, I'm so official

Like a dealer with a pistol, a referee with a wistle



I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)



Who you playin with? What you sayin, trick?

Please explain it to me, I don't understand it

I do damage to anybody that gets in my way

And repercussions away if he even say some shit about Hay

Get hit in the face, put in your place, punched in the face, toted away

Yeeeeeeah

Put in a cage for not controllin my rage

I'm caught in a stage where everything's ablaze in my mind

I can't sit still, I just stand and I pace

And I think about the day they tried to run up in my place

I'm cold. Blow they head off, clean at the neck

Take a stand like a man and demand my respect

Put my shit in check, keep my shit in order

I came a long way from baggin up baggies and sellin quarters

And I'm back like never before

You can just run up on me, let's settle the score bwoooi



I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don't pop no bottles, homie

I don't do no pilates

I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi

I ain't no pin-up, bwoi

Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)