*** that club ***, they want that thug *** But I ain't no thug, bitch, and I ain't no gangster, bitch I'm a hustler, ho, and I got no problem If you want it, you can get it while I bust it Anybody wanna test? Aye, who? Me P.I. to the mother***in' T It's not my fault that your bitch chose me Now her and her girlfriend wanna dump me This is for them boys and them shammies sittin' on them King James Them two threes And if you got a problem with me, holler at my lawyer Bitch, suit me I'm tired of this ***-boy rap, ***-boy this, ***-boy that Watch a couple movies, then they put it in their rhymes Wanna be 50's, I'm straight, you get shot nine times Ten years in the game, since 9-9, I've been speakin' my mind Yes, sir And ain't *** changed If you got a problem, bitch, cross they kinda line I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that blue talk I'ma give them what they ask for That track, boy, yeah, bull*** I'ma tell y'all boys Y'all boys got me ***ed up, yeah Straight up Better duck when them things buck I ain't Jigga, but Nigga, what? Nigga, who? Who the *** is you? Talkin' to me like you know me Ain't your dog, ain't your buddy, ain't your homie Nah, bruh, not me And if you spit it, better live it Better fact, better show me I'ma make them say, uh Not even Master P could crack like this And you ain't never seen a T.O. in the game This Rawson's pun, I can rap like this I hear them and they rap It's about the coke and the crack And the click to the clack But to me it's chit-chat Blah Mother***er, take that Nah I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that blue talk I'ma give them what they ask for That track, boy, yeah, bull*** I'ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boys Making digits off the coke When they whip it, *** the stick, double-clip it One Mississippi, two Mississippi Three Mississippi, cock back, click it Blah, blah Mama, what you thinkin'? Last thing you wanna do is get found In the trunk of the Lincoln, stankin' I took my money from the shoebox Now I bank it Foolish, ain't it? I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that blue talk I'ma give them what they ask for That track, boy, yeah, bull*** I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give them what they ask for What they want, that blue talk I'ma give them what they ask for That track, boy, yeah, bull*** *** that club *** They want that thug *** But I ain't no thug, bitch And I ain't no gangster, bitch I'm a hustler, ho And I got no problem if you want it You can get it while I bust, yeah