Well it is I  the pimp playin nigga that you heard about
 Yeah  I got the money and a half a million dope houses
 I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with
 I buy amps that pops my trunk swift
 I've been a player since the age of two
 That's when I learned to walk  grab my crotch  talk
 Do how them hoe sellers do
 See born and raised as a pimp  that's what I claim to be
 Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see
 I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
 And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
 But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
 And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone
 Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat
 Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
 But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets
 The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it
 So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
 They were my idols when I was a kid
 From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon
 To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon

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 I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
 I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
 Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
 So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

 [Dre]
 All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me
 Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be
 A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder
 Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
 This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee
 If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be
 Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me
 And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys
 Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it
 I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz butt naked
 At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent
 Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
 But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin
 I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin
 Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
 If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain
 Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975
 Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
 So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
 You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya

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