on me Tryin' ah, catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on me But I'm proud to be that nigga In the ghetto that just can't stay
ways of a broad Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas I don't know that
your body shake when it's too late soon as you flipped off the safety baby this we all day don't tell me you crazy, will they sell me? Hell, naw
comin' in 'bout 25 minutes And get they pussy ready ''cause I'm finna dive in it I hear 'em talkin' loud in the background, hollerin' Tell 'em don't get too drunk and keep they
it popping or get to popping 'em (Ya'meen) You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You don't believe me
way for the chosen one what you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones down played me to downgrade me like they don?t notice son your shoes too
shorty anytime that you need See I know right now, you're just too young to understand Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands Don't
block, with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't
a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup Big Unc? Whattup nephew? Whattup Jersey? Check mic one, check mic two Yeah, they heard me How y'all feel? Drinks on me
heat, stay up outta the street Nigga turn police 'cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad, don't make me bald So I want it all, fuck had, don't make me
like dough, light 'dro Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa Ease pain with cocaine like, whoa Now I'm doc strange in the range like, whoa (They don't know me
By anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock Once we kill Rob we takin' over the block They did the job, but didn't
I got more hoes than I can count on my hand You got women, well, I got more You don't know, shit, I'm Playboy $hort They call me, "Playboy $hort" known
Oaktown style, it goes just like this If you never heard me rap, don't trip 'Cause I hit the scene with my homie Too Clean We slap hands like a tag team Some people say, they don't
Fly first class, never ever last 'Cause a brother like me, I pay cash Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night Don't look now but I'm shinin' bright I know you wanna hear
sellin' weight with no fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P Call himself the ?Ice cream man?? Bitch, don't you hear