(Dre cooked this motherfucker up)

Whole lot of gang shit, man, you know what the fuck goin' on

I'm already knowin', already knowin', yeah, huh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm already knowin' these **** ain't with me, these **** against me, can feel the tension (I feel it)

I know crackers throwin' numbers, sat lil' bro down, juvenile detention

We just gon' smoke him and roll him and not even troll him, he kept us in his mentions (Damn)

Like, pussy, stop that dissin', they gon' blame us if you go missin'

I treat a new chop like my bitch, I grab the titties and buy extensions (Haha)

If I tell you that we finna slide and you say, "For what?" I'ma think you're bitchin' (The fuck?)

If shit go left and you stop answerin' the phone, I'ma think you snitchin'

Matter of fact, the spot been hot, don't come back 'round, **** think you tellin' (He tellin')

And I feel like I'm in heaven, a couple pink 10s in my body, and I got fine shit that I'm nailin' (Damn)

You ain't gettin' no fuckin' paper, throw away that bullshit that you sellin'

You got bullshit on the market and I got dog shit off of rappin', I finally made some legal pape'

I had to get off my ass and make somethin' shake

Don't shoot up cribs, hold on, just wait (Just wait)

I'm in your grass, layin' down with Drac' (With Drac')

I do not steal, wipe you down for everything, ****, I take

If she say, "Take me out," okay, you want ice cream or the steak?

But I'm not savin' her, this a backpack with a fully, not a cape

But I still make sure that she straight, you need me, I'm one call away

You need me, I'm probably on the road

I'm probably on that one street with the bros

Then they hate me 'cause I'm chose, all my old friends, they turn to foes

We turnin' up, soon as that bottle come out, good girls turn to hoes

I want the AP rose gold, gold Rolls, damn, my wrist froze (Haha)

(Dre cooked this motherfucker up)

(I love you, Murda)