I still got a mirror in my pocketThe kind of career I'm having at this age defies logicI'm trying to get my wands up, stack my issue finger on my staplerOr should I say pistol?From the back where they made the word player-haterWhere they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey playersFat-ass wad full of hunnids, I ain't got no sense40 water, bring me up to speed, PMNice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push countAin't nothing new under the sun The gift of gab, God bless me with his tongueIn cahoots with the streets and the vocal boothSolidified, documented, partner, I got proofMouthpiece, I got proofShould've been a pimp, I'm more than just a rapper, my nigga, I'm an eventNice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push countFrom the back where they made the word player-haterWhere they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey playersNice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push countFrom the back where they made the word player-haterWhere they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey playersCalifornia ain't always sunny, California knows we runnyMight go to church on Sunday, then sail dope on MondayOne hand on the scale, the other one on the BibleI ain't got no senseI'm asking the Lord to protect me from my enemies and my rivalHosted with my Bushmaster Chopper assault rifleFor those that ain't welcome, looking out the window like MalcolmExtra-manish music straight from the gravel, that undergroundIf I give you the script, you better not read it upside downMan, I drink too much, I got two drinks Man, I think too much, I got two brainsE45's a rally, man, I got two names I got two chains, so I tote two thangsSick with it, click-dick like Wu-Tang I'm the heart of the bank, the artery in thevein The club was crickets till E40 walked in, Iget it poppin' Man, it was so quiet, you could hear it, man,you could hear a mouse piss on cottonNice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push outFrom the back where they made the word player-haterWhere they shoot instead of swappin' like hockey playersNice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push outFrom the back where they made the word player-haterWhere they shoot instead of swappin' like hockey playersMan, it's the block, bro, sure, man, the Ave, I'm an AveThe hustlers am, but they really live that Run off with my sack and get your helmet crackedHow you gaspin' for air like an asthma attack?I'm from that 80s era where we didn't wear no mascaraWhere we played by the rules and seldom turned on dudesAnything can be diffused, any beef can be fixedLong as nobody got knocked down, I'll try to *** your bitchSome of my fellas so grimy that they ain't never been to a clubSome of my fellas so street that they ain't never been out of their hoodsWhole court on the soil, not in front of a judgeGet down where you're mad, ain't no need for holdin' a grudgeMy voltage, my speakers, my whole system gotPhony, what kinda amp you got?Memphis MojoTrophies, where you been, player?It's been a whileWaitin' around for this real *** to come back in styleNice guys finish last, and stay brokeBad guys finish first, and push upB-b-b-b-from the vet where they made the world play a haterWhere they soon starting squabbin' like hockey playersNice guys finish last, and stay brokeBad guys finish first, and push upB-b-b-b-from the vet where they made the world play a haterWhere they soon starting squabbin' like hockey playersWe'll be right back.