Pimpin on Pluto (feat. Hood Nizzle)

I'd fucking die before I take the stand Fifty grand in a rubber band Moving keys the piano man I done played with coke for life span 100 thou in my sound scan Never been to a summer jam No work that's a bummer man I got a thousand zans in a coke can Gone remix my sprite then Fo Five by my nightstand Blowing Loud like a marching band I had a tech nine for a hype man I lost my cousin it ain't right man Hope my nigga saw the light fam Niggas die and its gangland For the right life ill kill a man Ten a key out in a Tennessee Tell the fiends come b Orderlies from over seas I ordered them just to service me Fish bowel my Tahoe swinging hard like don key Fuck a room itch give me head Been a star like my nigga lee Toe to toe and I riding 4s Wrist froze like a Eskimo I'm at pappadeux bout to drop a load In and out bitch give and go Plug talk gotta keep it low Cause the Feds steady trying to crack the code Get paid you already know Im stacking bread off a ready nose Speaking of pluto We living on pluto World ice cold and im sicker than chuto Keep the grass low for the snakes with the two tones The face niggas put on I got my foot on they neck with the boot on I got my hood i gotta rep it put the hood on I keep a extra clip they found my mamma on Side of the road no time for no petty shit My heart is cold I keep it cool with these niggas tho Cause this ain't what you want She want my dick on her tippy toes She gone be walking boe legged and pigeon toed I wont even hit a hoe Im to political I want residuals I don't need you or your bread its the principle We hooking up this how the shit finna go Im pushing up straight off the tricep Ball and i dunk off a side step Like Martin Luther im a ghetto prophet I had a Dream in the projects How many niggas in prison want time for killing for whippin and pyrex Most of these niggas is rats that is fact we killing our complex Whatever happened to loyalty I deal with these niggas accordingly I cannot sell you a quarter p All money aint good to me Every lil bitch aint good for me Open you third eye and take a look at me You just a book and I'm Booker T I see the shit that you couldn't see I see the shit that you couldn't see