look up a lot You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks When the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stop I'm not gon knock a
X: Master P} I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a
wet boys run threw it See Reggie be bustin' heads, Gansta bout busting heads, K.C. be bustin' heads, Juvey be sucking heads B.Geezy B.G. you's a junkie
my city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
'm at Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (
so properly you'll see I'm, whoa Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm deep like, whoa Guns be poppin' B, we creep like, whoa Hear my name in these streets it's
P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
real got surreal ?cause we feel you ain?t a ganster When I was a youngster, ate jazz and black Freedom had a pistol, it was just like that Old earth
a gambler, nobody plays fair You wanna be a stupid player, yeah, yeah Well you're half way (C'mon man) There stupid ass Prendelo, aiyyo who ever got weed Prendelo, about a
a lot You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks When the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stop I'm not gon knock a nigga
speakin G's, I'm talkin M And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems Green (?) ,
Got the rap shit covered like long johns Big brother Ant taught me how to bear arms L.A. to D.C. I gets my P.C Keeps me a fifth of B.C And we gon' drink
corner bout to pull a Meatball on ya Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico Me and Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murder 50 G'z
Hundred mill is the feast So we ate the same meal Till the hundreds had a crease So you know we bought some (fleach)? Rolls Royce and Hum V's Keep a bad
wit artillery Me and Tootie, Papa, and Cleeve, it's an unsolved mystery I'm a fly till I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery I hit a artery, bein' real to C M B, it's a
Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from C M B Roll with a clique about 20 deep 'Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it
be real sick People from other cities use to drive from miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player