[Big Boi]
Well it is I the pimp playin [bad word] that you heard about
Yeah I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I [bad word] with
I buy amps that pops my [bad word] swift
I've been a player since the age of two
That's when I learned to walk grab my crotch talk
Do how them hoe sellers do
See born and raised as a pimp that's what I claim to be
Always claimin [bad word] to what I do and then [bad word] what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
But [bad word] it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone
Yeah, I'm the [bad word] with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and snake skins, [bad word]  I got all that
But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets
The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not [bad word]  I studied the Mack [bad word] Ray Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon
To [bad word] dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon
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I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me

[Dre]
All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me
Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be
lawyer or a doctor but I felt [bad word] harder
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee
If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be
Cuz I got love for any [bad word] who got love for me
And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys
Just tryin to make it, then of [bad word] through, take it
I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz butt naked
At Magic City, shakin [bad word] just to pay the rent
Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin
I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin
Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain
Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya
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