Sun God get 'em I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs

That's why lead the call, they moving up on us

But them G's on the corners, move when I move

That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us

They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order

Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters

'Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border

I love my life, I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta

You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter

That really love me, for the **** that I taught her Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king

I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in

Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame

I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons Jeans, hoods, ****, **** Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake

And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate

And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans

We chew through it, like we coming down off **** And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas

With true talent, like my name is T.O.

So when I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles

'Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood

Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground

Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many

Horses to water, just to see if they like it Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now

News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down

Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop clowns

I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound? Jeans, hoods, guns **** Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****

I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger

Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless

Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in

I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face in

I bet you now, them mutha**** really start complaining

No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading

I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming

It's all entertainment and all my **** made it

We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt

Like a **** when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing

We ran **** for hours, up in the Days Inn

Hood rats and **** motels, we seen baking Jeans, hoods, guns, **** Good