Like This

I come of the tongue slick like Goldie

Start playing, the rap budget can't hold me

Quick to change lanes, got a couple of choices

Either way a **** still eating muscles and oysters

Spilling Champagne on bitches, rockstar

Doing the Rick James on top of a cop car

I came uptown for a thousand grams raw

Back home had everything with the lockjaw

Now I'm in the BM and it's missing the roof

The Pittsburgh Nas without a chip in his tooth

Free Beanie Sigel, it's time to give him the truth

This one for the city, you know I did it for you

Like bang bang, ****, shining like a DS

Turn it up a notch on these Plain Jane ****

We ain't the same, ****, you'se a lame ****

I let my nuts hang like orangutang, ****

We rocking on the mic like this

Like this the place that I belong

Everytime I rock a mic like this

I rock it all night long

Yo, don't I been whipping in the Benz like this

Like it's the whip that I belong

Everytime I drive a whip like this

I take a bad bitch home

She wanna, she wanna ride with a G

Yeah, I pull up, hop out and shine on 'em

Hating **** wanna drop a dime on him

Bad bitches wanna naughty whine on him

But I'm grinding, shit, I ain't got time for 'em

Speeding down the parkway, hand on that woodgrain

Sitting on the park, can see the ice from far away

My ****, I be working on my off day

Rap don't work I move up with my all yay

Big car? Check - bad bitch? Check

What we really do it for? Money, power, respect

Stones in the face, got me telling time on Breguets

Hand a label a bag, go take it out of my check

That hustling shit, you better believe it

Getting cold hearted cash, you can take it and leave it

Make a hater believe it

Little kids see the car and give chase when they sees it

It's a gangster achievement, ****

Real rap universal

**** get in the way with these half ass bars

Shit, man - we letting that shit slide?

Nah, it's murder

Yo, the microphone Godzilla

By the end of the song a lot of y'all out there gon' need pallbearers

Bong ripper sipping on hard liquor

Mad bitches trying to pull down my PR zipper

I shoot 'em with the venom in my denim

Two of my ****, now she saying when ''I see 'em I'mma kill 'em''

Bottles of PJ, I chill 'em before I sip 'em

I hear a lot of ****, but I don't really feel 'em

Before this rap shit it was everything foreign

Spots to vacate, I never seen touring

Living the fast life, ain't never got boring

Never stopped eating, got old cheddar mold

What you **** holding? Play your cards right

You **** start folding, I see these **** posing

This grown man business, don't put your nose in

I'm from the jungle they grew the concrete rose in

Kick the player haters out and let the hoes in