I got much love for the gangsters and the thugs And all my little pretty b**hes giving me hugs Make it do what it do Then i did what it does The stereo was bumping Playing was not was But I'm ready for the world But this ain't ohh Sheila I stumble to my boot Cos i was drunk off the tequila Man you don't want to see us Getting dough like pizzerias If that's the case I got to burn your a** like Gonorrhea Be a man Take a stand Take your losses Ain't the plan I'm connected with the bosses All across this f**ing land Grand slam ,not the breakfast A iced out necklace And get your head chopped off in Detroit For being reckless Like what they done to me These n******gs hungry Only fashion you'll see Is Dickies or some Duggerys Maybe army fatigues Cos my city's under siege By the CIA , the FBI and crooked police. i rock shows I get hoes Selling out my logo I'm all pro