Look me in my eyes, player, tell me what you see If you man enough to face it, a mother***in' G If you man enough to say it, the mother***in' one One that none wanna play with, mother***in' fun Many have come and most with gold Yet, he remains as most with no Came in with less than the ones before him A suite full of dro, a cup of pro-am Mother***ers would act like they ain't know him His vitality was *** that I showed him Made men mad at night, rich men didn't scare Trill till I D-I-E, I didn't care Ridin' on gold, bald ties with no spare No nuts, no glory, and I'm ready to go there I can't explain the way I feel when I'm behind the wheels Oh, still ridin' Dig this game here, nigga, I'm not no pimp I pimp 15 years ago, nigga, I got degrees and plans And pimpin' on niggas, hoes, every nigga get in my face I was playin' on them, nigga Look me in my eyes, nigga, tell me how you feel When you see the pimp, he shinin' and grippin' on the wheel When you see the boss, he grindin', ain't nothin' here for free It's the one you love to hate, they call him young Pimp C Niggas been tried, I bust they side You can run up on my ride, I'ma look at your mind On the concrete, cauliflower on the street Make your jelly jump, ain't no need for the *** Mother***ers be playin' like they can't get killed *** what you represent and *** how you feel Hoes, niggas eat a dick Blow, you can get a brick 12-5 goin' live, Lamborghini with a stick Ride up 10 with 10 books and a half-breed Tryin' to get to PA and the law just passed me in I can't explain the way I feel when I'm behind the wheels Oh, still ridin' Oh, oh Still ridin', nerdy You in the way, man, of some real players Stoppin' on them little Navigators and carryin' on, man Gettin' trucks under the year and puttin' spinners on it, you thinkin'? I live off truth, you live off lies So when your *** falls short, don't even be surprised at all You go off opinions and I got facts So when your *** don't add up, don't fix your face to ask at all You do what you can, I do what I feel And let that accept the definition of truth You live by the gun, you die by the slugs, man You live off of fiends, you'll die behind drugs, man Them mean mugs hide tears and pain And I can feel your frustration, so please refrain You ain't got nothin' to gain from playin' around And I ain't got nothin' to lose in layin' you down I made a promise of makin' home for the kids and the wife But then I didn't come to kill, but I will leave with your life, and I can't I can't explain the way I feel when I'm behind the wheel All I see is mother***in' lost galore Hit the pen and then I swore Never be a stupid ass, I never hit the pen no more Them hoes gave me eight ass, nigga had to pull half And almost killed my momma when the feds gone to drown The IRS say I owe them nine million Took all the paper from my wife and my children Post my momma's ***, my grandmomma and daddy too Now tell me what the *** was I supposed to do No money on my books, but I got my game Had a young guard bitch to smother me in some cocaine In a pussy, I'm jackin' off, smittin' plastic Slangin' potty in the pen, *** drastic It's money in this bitch, I sent it all home Locker full of food, big hygiene, and a cell phone Bitch, know what I'm talkin' bout? And I made it home, mother***er All you *** ass bitches out there Catchin' me rollin' like Pac, bitch Know what I'm talkin' bout? Ridin' dirty, dirty But we isn't a ridin' dirty, nigga Hold up Nigga, you know I'm made of this *** You fake these girls out You take them round here to these hotels, understand me? Push that little bitty funky weed on them You dig what I mean? Scare them to death Houses and homes and, and, and, and big D- DTS, raw stars, and Benz's and stuff You understand me? You had a game so mixed up The broad don't even wanna do what she's supposed to do Get some money You need to step off Take your tennis shoes somewhere, and your sweatsuit And your Kobe Bryant outfit, and go join the Lakeville Square Pussycreek, Robert Eli, known as the Chutz Three, four titties, and you heard that