[Verse 1]
Around here, them boys - them don't play
You can hear the sound of gunspray e'ryday
I give two f**s 'bout what a bird say
Playboy Don do t'ings 'er way
I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don
Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John
By any means I protect my charm
Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet, Chandon
I'm only calm, when I'm blowin' that chron'
Gettin' them flashbacks like baby hold on
I never thought I'd sweat so long
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song
Eyes wanderin' off, breath all gone
Stomach all swoll up, neck all warm
Head still spinnin' off that Seagram and vodka
And you know who shot ya, b**h get the doctor!
[Hook]
(If you so gangsta)
Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
(And if you so gangsta)
Why you a grown man, still gettin' your pockets dug
(If you so gangsta)
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
(And if you so gangsta)
Why n***as know you for that in the street so well
[Verse 2]
Now every now and then, a new kid gotta win
Yeah - but unfortunately for you, I'm him (I'm sorry!)
In my new tan trucks with the blue dot end
Hoppin' out that big truck with the new wide rim
While you cramped up, on your Jet Blue ride in
We air the G-4, let the crew dive in
Before Lloyd Banks tail pop on sale
I feed a n***a a shell like Taco Bell
I'm flyin' out to Japan to attract new fans
Let 'em get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars'll leave your face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap
I'm either gettin' money out of state or off rap
So I'm tryin' to figure out what made Ma$e fall back
And them n***as in New York know the man is a monster
And I ain't from Atlanta but I A-Town stomp ya muh'f**er
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It's like everywhere I look and, everywhere I go
It's a b**h sayin' somethin' slick, but you can s** my dick
I'm grade A n***a, you don't know who you f**in' with
They run up on your a**, you'll think you drunk your lip
Now I got money bags as big as a pumpkin get
And pistol as long as the hand Shaq dunkin' with
I ain't the type that's desperate
I'm modelin' diamonds now, you can call me Icin' Beckford (ow!)
My down b**h holds the metal, she got a Coke bottle figure
And a a** that's shaped like a bowl of Jell-o
You ain't even almost rich
They f**in' yo' a**, like the models in my p**no flicks
Therefore you can't afford no 6
So before you hop your a** on camera get your wardrobe fixed
Banks don't house, want no b**h, so if there's five of us
Then she probably gon' s** 4 more dicks
[Hook]