Yeah, yo, I'm the [bad word] with the perpetual oyster bars

Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God

And it's hard just being the boss

Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years'll cost me

Don't get me wrong, lay a [bad word] down if he force me

I rather just sit back and roll a dutch

Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch

Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs

Never underestimate niggaz, or over [bad word] them

Uh, yeah, them M's is right in my face

I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace

If it don't jam, the Tech will spray

When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray

'Cause I'm a [bad word] that hate to settle

I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the devil

Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what

The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, that time is over

While [bad word] your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder

gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on

Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground

I know how to get my pairs off me

They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty

It's a symptom if you bobbin' your head

Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip

When I get it, you already know I'm throwin' them bricks

Puttin' purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin' them nicks

That's right, homey, you can't move me

I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies

All you shootin' is the breeze, a bootleg uzi

I'm just waitin' on a queue like Suzie, don't lose me

These penitentiary chances that I take

Should be able to get the mansion by the lake

But I invest my bread into something else

Into something else that'll make something melt

You just gotta feel the kid

If not rap for the fact of how real he is, what up

The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, that time is over

While [bad word] your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder

gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on

Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground

Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here

He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year

And I just wanna rock for a century

Then chase the book with the documentary

If you, can't do nothin' other than flow

Life's a [bad word] like the mother from blow, let's go

Don't make me put your heart in your lap
 [bad word] ridin' the beat, [bad word]  I parallel park on the track

Hop out lookin' crispy, fresh and new

In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue

And, I don't know you

But I know a man [bad word] a man from all the [bad word] that he go through

Ya'll ain't [bad word]  with Jason

After I cash in, there's really no justification

Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line

'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up

The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, that time is over

While [bad word] your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder

gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on

Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground