s jealous of you, so tell me How's a b**** with no man (No man) Gon' tell you what to do with your man (What to do with your man) Listenin' to your girlfriend
bitch I'm 'bout to take my shirt off and drive a bitch I bought the bar when I walked in this bitch I should've put my car in front of this bitch I still
people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3
4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say
got love for them and i ain't even from there, Now bust a shot for them boys on the block, I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga, There somethin
X] [Khadafi] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself
bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with
-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries
waitin to clap it A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch I got two felonies, from sellin
ll get CLAPPED for that If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that [Verse 1] Nigga if
got somethin to live for Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground" You ain't with
' time to be a man gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man he talks with his hand Come come creep on tha streets with me that's where
And I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye Inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with
just fine Got somethin buggin all of my peoples (what) In the back of a Caddy Juppin outta Caddies, spreadin through alleys In Cleveland and Cali like daddy and, Oh, no, love, for
wanna fuck with you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga Better check my manuscript drugdealer, killa, cabbage peeler Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with
match with my mud flaps People laughin, expect somethin else Starin at me funny, like "don't your albums sell? " Shit I'm gettin by, I'm doin somethin
t made famous she had a gold digger degree she must have studied for that wanted me to get her a mansion with a truck in the back filled up with ice