F**k that club
(S**t)
They want that thug
(S**t)

But I ain`t no thug
(Bitch)
And I ain`t no gangsta
(Bitch)

I`m a hustler, ho
And I got no problem if you want it
You can get it, boy, I bust you

Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? Me
P I to the motherf**kin` T
It`s not my fault that your bitch chose me
Now her and her girlfriend wanna do me

This is for them boys in them Chevys sittin`
On them King James, them two, threes
And if you got a problem with me
Holla at my lawyer, bitch, sue me

I`m tired of the f**k boy rap
F**k boy this, f**k boy that
Watch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme
Wanna be fiddlers, I`m straight, you get shot nine times

Ten years in the game since ninety nine
I was speakin` my mind, yes sir
And then s**t changed, if you got a problem
Bitch cross that kinda line

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that street talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that chopper talk

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
That trap boy, jack boy s**t

I`ma tell y`all boy, y`all boys got me f**ked up
(Yeah, straight up)
Better duck when them things buck, I ain`t ni**a boy
Ni**a what? Ni**a who? Who the f**k is you?

Talkin` to me like you know me
Ain`t your dog, ain`t your buddy, ain`t your homie
Nah brah not me and if you spit it better live it
Better in fact, better show me

I`ma make em say, uhh
Not even Master P could crack like this
And you ain`t never seen a chico in the gang
This raw since pawn that could rap like this
(TS)

I hear them and they raps about the coke
And the crack and the click to the clack
But to me it`s chit chat
Blam, motherf**ker, take that, now

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that street talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that chopper talk

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
That trap boy, jack boy s**t

I`ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boys
Makin` digits off the coke when they whip it
Ride a stick, double clip it
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi
C**k back, click it, blam

Poppin` what you think is last
What you wanna do is get found
In a trunk in a lake and stankin`
I took my money from the shoe box
Now I bank it, foolish, ain`t it?

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that street talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that chopper talk

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
That trap boy, jack boy s**t

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that street talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that chopper talk

I`ma give `em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk
I`ma give `em what they ask for
That trap boy, jack boy s**t

F**k that club
(S**t)
They want that thug
(S**t)

But I ain`t no thug
(Bitch)
And I ain`t no gangsta
(Bitch)

I`m a hustler, ho
And I got no problem if you want it
You can get it, boy, I bust you