text: Money, hoes, and clothes
  Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
  Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
  Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
  The neighborhood gravedigger
  Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga
  I guess they figure Im paid, I want to get laid
  Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
  Id rather beat my dick than trick
  And if she dont suck, then we dont fuck
  Id rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
  Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
  Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes
  I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
  A fly guy? Well fuck it, Im the high guy
  From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
  And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing
  And when Jake come, Im leaving
  When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
  Just in case Dread want to riff
  He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
  Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried
  Thats a real nigga for ya
  Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
  Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say
  She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway
  Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
  And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get
  With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
  Smokin weed, flippin kis, making crazy Gs
  Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
  On the avenue--take my loot, and Im bagging you
  Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
  Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
  Damn, a niggas style is unorthodox
  Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
  Just in case a nigga want to act out
  I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
  Thats a real nigga for ya
  Im stuck in jail the DAs tryin to burn me
  Id be out on bail, If I had a good attorney
  Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
  Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
  I aint trippin in the county and im mad as fuck
  Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
  Everybody wanna talk cause im rappin
  They asking me what happend
  Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?
  I cant sleep they taking polaroids
  And im tryna use the phone but they making noise
  Man I wish I had my Glock cause its major
  Im making shanks out the plastics in razors
  These motherfuckers wont, leave me alone thats my word
  Bout to turn a violation to a motherfucking murder
  Im making collect calls to my old bitches
  Send mo pictures, and make me some mo riches
  To all the suckers on the block, talking shit while I was locked up
  Be prepared to be socked up
  Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
  And you bullshitting bitches aint changing me
  I came straight up out of gutta I was saved from hell
  Im a thug I was raised in jail, now im out on bail