First verse: I woke up quick, at around two
Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw
Boys out there, makin' them tapes
Separate the real n***as from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
My best friend, but time destroys all men
Now he don't give a f** about goin' again
It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a thug muthaf**a and you can't take nothin' from me
Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread with my k**as in the h-tx
It's the sp-mex, in the all black stretch
Known for my purity, pride, and security
A house costs as much as one piece of my j**elry Chorus: 'cause the boys on the cut don't give a f**
You come talkin' that sh**, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only p**y muthaf**as say that crime don't pay (2x) Second verse: The time has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my muthaf**in' year
I come from the head, it's the boy named los
The one that got everybody on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, f** prison
No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your f**in' clique hollerin' "who k**ed kenny? "
For my gangsta b**h, that I just met
She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
Got the whole world fiendin' for the dope I cut Chorus Bridge (ayana m.): Fire......
We on fire.......
We ain't gone stop....
Droppin' these boooooombs..... (2x) Third verse: I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack
And I don't think that b**h ever got her purse back
With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez
Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin' down, but I give two f**s
Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure!
My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the county jail two months ago
Now I'm in the studio, just like julio
In the city where them b**hes never won a super bowl
Man I can't stop, i'ma keep on droppin'
Seven of my b**hes at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
I f** a country singer and a houston ballerina
Plus a fine a** china, I used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer
Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian
I don't give a f** 'cause every month I make a million Bridge