Any nigga with guns, we got guns too
More heated, ready to outgun you
It's too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you know the outcome too
Let's play, let me show you what Game is
Heartbreak, I'm showin' you what pain is
Please, I'm reppin' the D homeboy
Where your guns, you steppin' to me homeboy
Royce 5'9"'s the name, niggas know
And niggas know, dealin' with me niggas know
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive?
Psych, I ain't got no five, you gold digger
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl
You can't get none, but you know I love you girl
Yo she the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that ain't really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh
(She the one who ain't really got shit, huh
That little bitch that really ain't got tits, huh
The fuckin slut with her chest enhanced
Titty dances to pay for her breasts implants, huh)
Anybody with knives, we got knives too
More sharp, and ready to outslice you
About five dudes, waitin outside for you
And wanna see insides coming outside you
Get me drunk, and I'll drink anything you can think
What's up Ms. Bitch?
(Yo, what's up with the ring, you married?)
Shit, I'm still mingling, bitch
I just wanted this ring, this the only finger it fits
Wattup with you, you married? (Naw, I'm divorced)
Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore
(Trailer? I don't live in no trailer
I live in a mobilization unit, for your information)
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck?
Hold still, swallow this birth control pill, slut
Before I pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out
A year-and-a-half old, potty-trained baby falls out
And I ain't stayin to pay no child support, are you playin?
Be a man? Bitch what you sayin?
You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm free
You want me to make this half-nelson a full?
What's up boo, this is for you and your girlfriend
You bank-head, up in Detroit we Earl Flynn
Assholes get guns and flashed those
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those
(Hi, my name is.)
Royce
I'm the king
Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything
Ayyo, you with the long hair, is it yours?
I guess so, got a reciept paid for
Got anymore lipstick? I'm sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head
I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the ghetto out
Things about you to tell about, mellow out
I'm the one that be makin the clubs say what
Gettin love, and making the club say what
Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick
Any songs that's not hits, it's not this
