Hopping over bye-bye fences nigga. I had this one bro, right? She was so damn strong. She used to hold my motherfucking Thought you thought nigga in a motherfucking VHS motherfucking canister what nigga Yeah I don't wanna go anywhere, but you get my man, yeah Oh, I hope I don't come back this way, yeah Don't go far, say yeah, but you get my man, yeah Been a hustler since birth, momma selling dinners for the church red-handed Caught me stealing money out her purse, got branded permanent with scars on my back Cause I used to get beat with racing car tracks But now me got wills, holding a conference call on my hand street car Telephone nigga like I'm talking to myself, shooting the breeze Cutting it up real tough like chopping it up like true business Talkin' about by the way, B, what we do this week on South Sheen? If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the valley Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley Or maybe at the shooting range, me and Bankstown Tomorrow on the golf course, with Merton Hanks rolling back in the sun Give me my properties, with a view to the side of this world Licking down on doctors, sipping on the port Watching my kids play basketball in the backyard on a 40 by 63 with long sports quads I hope I don't go back to slaying, yeah Slaying now, to get my man, yeah I hope I don't go back to slaying, yeah Slaying now, to get my man, yeah Guilt is bottom, in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars Dupont registry, aluminum pool table, made strictly for outdoors 20 inch chrome slipper, bravas on my grill, feeling that everybody ain't able To be blessed with a successful ass independent record label Check it out, marvels, I got the gang from my uncle St. Charles Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo, but now it's Merrill Lynch And just think, I used to sit the bench, I remember getting kicked by the cops Had to get my stomach full and swallow a quarter ounce of rocks Late afternoon poker waiting for me outside of Baleno, Casa Permanente Emergency room, 2 o'clock, ready to rock, Nick King me to death Somehow managed to make my escape through the back of the cafeteria By the vending machine department, found myself running through the free ship apartment complex Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the people's continuation High school, somewhere off in the office, behind Janae's leg I hope I don't go back to slaying, yeah Slaying now, to get my man, yeah I hope I don't go back to slaying, yeah Slaying now, to get my man, yeah Check it out, dope game then gone, now see the white collared crime I'm hooking up on Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathematics I'm doing a compilation ***, I go with Funky Fat Rock I tell them, hell yeah, that's a done deal, do them all the inches Do them dip, I cover in my bust bitches Gameboy, infested, worldwide, sick winning *** Independent *** I say, I, I'm a tell you nigga, that's the thing about this whole thing that jump off It's a fool, cause a motherfucker take his bloody money right And then he sit up there and he look and he say, hold on man, hold on man A motherfucker, you know what I'm saying You can either be at this *** or you can be gone with this *** And you look at it and you say, man hold on, let me translate this *** Let me translate into some more, let me liquidate my motherfucking revenue You understand what I say, 40 water nails, you understand Aye, but look, check this out, I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers with late stage tennis shoes Teach them about the motherfucking game or the infested situations That goes down in their motherfucking, motherfucking soils with relations I ain't bull*** nigga I ain't bull*** nigga I ain't bull*** nigga I can't stand to say I'm gonna get my money, yeah Get my money on To get my money on Don't wanna go Don't wanna go Don't wanna go back To get your man