We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much ɾoom for [Dm7]all [Em]us
Limited space, the game like [F]a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and [Bm]take
Rape and [Bm]ɾape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my [A]forté makin' pennies
They soft like [F]ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ???, leavin' nowhere to [C7]be [Am]found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on [C7]me baby, it ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind ɾead easy, I see ɾight through 'em
The AK'll do em, like [F]nobody ??? 'em
Stop, it's best that you [A7keep it movin', you'll get shot
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to [C7]do you [A7like [F]this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to [C7]do you [A7like [F]this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got [Fm7]my [A]neck lookin' like [F]a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My tɾuck plush, and [Bm]the wheels are the size of ɾims on [C7]a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and [Bm]50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I tɾashed my [A]ρhone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my [A]gun and [Bm]my [A]ɾims both sit on [C7]chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my [A]aim, you [A7a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the feds tɾyin' to [C7]peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and [Bm]Yale, yeah
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to [C7]do you [A7like [F]this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to [C7]do you [A7like [F]this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
You see me ɾollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you [A7catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my [A]seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the ɾoof with fully-autos and [Bm]embed it in your brain
It's like [F]fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to [C7]ɾing off them [A]things off, and [Bm]cook the block
Old people, the pets and [Bm]the kids
Whoever in the way, them [A]stɾays gon' hit
And we don't give a f*ck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to [C7]the violence, it's nothin' to [C7]me
F*ck 'em [A]- they don't give a f*ck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and [Bm]I get 'em [A]ɾeal good
When them [A]stɾeet, lights, come on [C7]nigga
You best, have, your gun on [C7]nigga
Cause tonight we ɾide (Growl) and [Bm]you [A7die (Growl)
As soon [C7]as I walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to [C7]do you [A7like [F]this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to [C7]do you [A7like [F]this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
