I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry
is stacked to the top with my niggaz Mostly for squeezin triggas I call em homies Pigs call em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a
don't need caffine, I'm the wakeup show without the sways and the techs, I'm respected on beats I used to be stiff on a beat now I'm sick on a beat recording
curb I might swerve, when I'm under the influence They pull me over, but I got my license and insurance You know me, as I'm on six-ten In a big Benz,
Rocc So fuck a crew nigga I'm all alone when I'm spittin fly shit on the microphone and I'm that black nigga sittin on my throne and it's on, got you
camp gets served When I swerve, Christbearer the king, I bring The, fire, the rain, I touch 'em, insane So psycho, yeah, I'm in the PJ's In the projects
I be riding grey, I never do play Southside Houston Texas, that's where I stay I do it for my state, Texas on the plate And if I sell crack, I'ma move
i stick your ass in here and have to do some more timeplayer want to give me the strap cos i was strapped with a glock i guess i got to sit my black ass
12"] [No Joke:] [Buckshot] I ain't no joke, plus I got the bright smoke Try to, cut my throat and I'ma go for broke First of all I'm lettin motherf...
, Harlem World crook of the town But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime And I'm thinkin' Little Huddy must have made me calm So I bowed
One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin We on a mission, wit' nothin
So fuck a crew nigga I'm all alone when I'm spittin fly shit on the microphone and I'm that black nigga sittin on my throne and it's on, got you motherfuckin
I-G-S-P,L-I-T-T-A HEEEEEYYY chiefin my life away! Won't ever change and front my style, fuck that I'm tryna clown I'm talk talkin bout brangin you hits