5'9 with the soul of a n***a 6'4, with a sick flow Told shorty strip and get low. Catching misdemeanors in the Beamer She a singer, named Katrina, Swear I'm only seeing how the b**h blow Whipping 16s in the kitchen on the stove I was only 15, and the mission was to go Harder than froze water. And, bogarting any damn body in the road n***a never asked for no pardon. These words are felonious Trust no n***a. These boy's be the phoniest Most of these songs belong in the Smithsonian I've always heard the view from the top is the loneliest But, Let me be the judge, and eat til I get a pudge Rapper about to fall off. He need a nudge. Can't call it off. Need it in blood Bet the sawed off bars turn a hardcore rapper from thug to a thud This is foot to a bug. Stranglehold to a hug See, with me, the people know that it's love Since n***as got Doe in the club All I tote is the dough and a plug with these quotes as the slugs, n***a Hook (3x): b**h, we need to purge Too many full n***as getting served b**h, we need to purge All you gotta do is say the mother f**ing word b**h, we need to purge What you ain't heard? Fat belly a** n***as still getting served Wack selling trash n***as still getting heard All you rappers gotta do is say the mother f**ing word b**h, we need to purge