loui'wee you do me most be little over to me but I can't help it just to be me original po p-i-m-p dobb hats city sharp do you really want to be my fantasy
with' this ghetto chick Hopin' to have a ghetto girl And after all, ain't no spaces for that How can we live up in this world, when ain't no place for
Had To Take It Up Wit God Or Satan Bitch Or Blame That Hoe That Had You See Im At You , Look At The Evil That Cash Do Right Down To The Tip And A Mask
flex the ho Check the dough Do you? (Do you? Do you Do you?) I'll keep it on the lo Do you? Do you? Do you? An it really don't matter, where we go
back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe When you comin' to get me I got the four four When you come to down me playa please don't miss Cuz that don't do
flex Ain't no sense in stepping out if I can't never look my best Damn, don't stress my bankroll, just know I keep my bank swoll Ain't no place I can
the gallows! My trues brought a style that's unfound and you can feel it naturally. But we ain't no magicians. Really ain't no thing to make a fraud disappear
Ryders roll thick like N.W.O. Everybody wanna shine until they get Steiner lined Show vital signs, pinned till three Yo ain't leave with the belt, then you ain't
bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his
Baby n dem ghetto boy like Face n dem It ain't no mistaken him Hottest boys out Drake or him Me Juice Mane and Wocka n dem Ride around with choppas pimp
indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah.. Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man I don't wanna hear
it's outta control, crime plot A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid Known to break a bitch but barely
lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead
Carnival) Remove your hats or we'll cut off your head (Show respect, youse amongst the dead) Don't like bigots and richie boy fucks (Ain't shit changed
crushed, next up Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust Under pressure, they can't take the head rush Talk to me, go and take the walk through me Or
it stopped being about Imus What do my lyrics got to do with this SHIT? SCARFACE the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me Still that ain't the
dough again Yup! -- Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn't focusin, about the dough
you can be Just put your mind to it you can go real far I know times gettin hard on the boulevard They say, pimpin is dead; man, pimpin ain't dead These