text: These niggas know
  Huh
  Armed and dangerous, call the law
  Stick to the script, no audible
  Country ass nigga with an Audemars
  Cant spell the shit but I order more
  French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle
  Get good head on the Autobahn
  Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore
  Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God
  Five steps like Dru Hill
  Came home from the first tour, with
  Bad credit and a school bill
  Middle finger to the bursar
  Finally famous but
  Aint too much really change with us
  Straight up weed; no angel dust
  Label us notorious, that was 9-7
  Saw my old teacher and she asked how Im livin
  You aint know my shit drop bitch? 9-11
  Gettin more hoes than that nigga John Legend
  Gettin more hoes than that nigga John Legend
  Nigga you should too, if you knew
  What this game would do to you
  Look at all the bullshit Ive been through
  Better me than you
  I must confess, I copped the chains
  I hit the club, I made it rain
  I hit the road, I made a name
  I came home, I aint the same
  I aint the same
  I aint the same
  Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know
  Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know
  These niggas know, boo-ya nigga?
  Came through the door like who yall niggas?
  Stole a nigga flow, I could sue yall niggas
  Better yet put a hot one through yall niggas
  Nah, let me stop frontin for yall niggas but
  Dont let the college shit fool yall niggas
  Aint the hardest nigga in the land
  But a grown ass man, and I will step to yall niggas
  Like whats the problem?
  Aint gettin paper, nigga heres a loan
  My shit long, need a hair salon
  Get it cut, shut the fuck up
  And wipe your face with my money til your tears is gone
  No cryin ass, lyin ass
  Cant afford a whip, but you buyin ass
  This Fresh Prince nigga, I aint Jazz
  Fucked yo bitch, nigga I aint ask
  She pitched it to me like Sosa 
  What the fuck was I sposed do?
  Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that
  Keep hoes bi-coastal
  And they buy postals, aint shit for free
  Dick the only thing that they get from me
  Sit VIP, get a sip for free
  Later on shell be sippin me, literally
  Picture me at the tip-top
  With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
  This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac
  Minus six shots, but its still this hot
  Thirty grand and thats just for the wristwatch
  Hate to brag but backpacker thats hip hop
  Write my life and make sure that the script hot
  And pray the kids watch, if not
  These niggas know
  If not, these niggas know
  I must confess, I copped the chains
  I hit the club, I made it rain
  I hit the road, I made a name
  I came home, I aint the same
  I aint the same
  I aint the same
  I must confess, I cut the chains
  I hit the club, I made it rain
  I hit the road, I made a name
  I came home, I aint the same
  I aint the same
  I aint the same
  Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know
  Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know