I said..f**k em all, muthaf**k em all
Ya`ll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would`ve been your friend till the end bitch
Guess there ain`t no friends in this s**t bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the s**t bidness
But they won`t flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk s**t out the same mouth they kiss you
These ni**as kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you ni**as disgust me
And they ain`t talkin bout s**t unless they discuss me
Let`s talk about how, I`m killin errything I touches
Or how I walked in this game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I`m still here
We still here
What does this break dude?..It`s still here
And dude talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk
So I watched you ni**as take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, wasn`t for me prolly wouldnt`ve happened for ya
So I rest my case
I`m a rappin lawyer
That`s unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that`s mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters best
They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
On E, sippin P.J., high as hell
And please don`t even talk about swag
I`m cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
I`m far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
I already came up
You still on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin
They watch what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You`ll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the f**k happened?
Somebody talk to me, muthaf**k rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin that s**t is not lookey
So f**k new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon` watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Isn`t it ironic Santana`s own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
No Carlito`s way
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me later
Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im`ma do it my way
The new day of the week is called My day
So its my say, Pass my K
I`m thru talkin