My block is hotter than a mutha fucka swoopin' around the corner quicker than Bounty 'the quicker picker upper' they comin' up out wit' them handcuffs that's the fuckin' sound and I stand up like I was hittin' 'licks' to pay rent my shadow's down the road and I aint' even hit the pavement there goes the switch blade... there goes the the envelope of cash that I just made *There's gotta be a better way* aint' payin' the bills on time come this here saturday so I hit these fuckin' streets... and make the illest beats 'cause I'm about to show you that's been fucked with his whole life I'll run up in your crib, one less bitch I never worried about fuckin' with a city boy in the south?
GO ON AND SAY WHAT YOU WANT 'CAUSE THERE'S NO SUCH THING IF YOU SAY MY NAME, I WON SAY IT 30 FUCKIN' TIMES, MORE BEFORE, YOU HIT THAT FUCKIN' DOOR
...'cause, I'm about 2 miles and I aint tryin' to leave there the shit you took from mine I'm blind about to dull yo' shine but my chrome chrome chrome you'll be wishin once this paragraph is written *anyone that hates on me... what a bitch looks like... what a hater really is you see I like the sound of that... but hey, at least it aint' no drama I got a thing against you fuckers, that sits and watches you on MTV as soon as I'm known in this industry I'm-a make you fuckin' wish you never been the way you been to me.
GO ON AND SAY WHAT YOU WANT 'CAUSE THERE'S NO SUCH THING IF YOU SAY MY NAME, I WON SAY IT 30 FUCKIN' TIMES, MORE BEFORE, YOU HIT THAT FUCKIN' DOOR
I never never NEVER did doubt you you'll swear, up and down this song's not about you