Yeah, if you a real hustler you sure to get rich, yeah I'm sure, getting rich, got you. I make money like a mother***er, it ain't no thang to me, show dog in the house spitting gang with Bri, ain't no plus partner, that's for dirt weed, I'ma pimp these hoes, it can't work me, how the hell you think I get to ride a V12, mobile phone TV in it with the green smell, I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down, show dog, my *** is nationwide now, you can ask, bring the pocket, don't stop, I ain't bull***ting, make a mill when I rock, three players in the game and it's major, bitch, wanna get me, better hit me on my pager, today I'm on the west coast, tomorrow I'm in Texas, flip the Benz and the Ferrari, serve the Lexus, shorty drop the bass in the mix, you know what's next, bitch, I'm sure to get rich. I be a *** ass outlaw until my *** casket drop, then *** around and make me ask on these *** cops, believe me, come and strap with a gat when you see me, label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitting thug life, mother***er, ain't no bull***ting, horning these projects, testing the faith, collecting mail on these bros, bitches slaying that, yeah, now *** done changed, it ain't the same, I ain't lying, niggas is dying, three strikes, half you mother***ers flying in the penitentiary, yo, in the cemetery, getting high, no need to worry, and last year, niggas was knocking up the block, and in between shots, bumping tapes from that nigga, breathing pot, this year bringing you the fix, including air banks in the mix, now we sure to get rich, still striving. I'm a cold-hearted fool, I mean a fool at heart, headstrong and won't be headed home if it falls apart, contact niggas like apartheid, when I ride the beat, there ain't no way to hide from the dark side, a man of many taking many men's to their very end, and blend in and change my idea, just to mix up with the gang, they know me by the breed, and don't know it's my last name, it's a mind over matter, I don't mind, you don't matter, pull a clock and watch the whole block scatter, and we can have us a gap-to-gap talk, do it old style and do a back-to-back walk, count to ten, and say goodbye to your friends, and we can put the bull*** to an end, I figure if he plays around, he lays around, and he's a mother***in' goner, call a coroner when I'm around, bodies are buried and found all around you, you perish and cherish your thoughts just to be true, felonous behavior, it'll just might save you, so guard your grill and pick up your pistol cause you can't get with, breathe the weed head, lyrical nitwit, this *** won't change as long as I'm alive, but gotta survive and keep it tied gotta survive and stay alive oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh make me put my hands up