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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 nigga 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, nigga, shining like a DS Turn it up a notch on these Plain Jane niggas We ain't the same, nigga, you'se a lame nigga I let my nuts hang like orangutang, nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga, 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, nigga Real rap universal Niggas 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 niggas, 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 niggas, 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 niggas holding? Play your cards right You niggas start folding, I see these niggas 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