Who the *** wanna with em? We ball like Indians with the world series they finnin I'm gone roller when the cold kill me I hit the pussy like a bomb, *** show business We in the jungle with the gorillas We in the streets with the four wheelers Don't speak, I am no witness You got beef? Put an end to your talking like a long sentence Period Uh, mother***er I'm serious Who your favorite rapper? I'm curious He ain't living out them words He ain't use machine guns verse on the track cause his ass got murdered Uh, I'm talking in the third I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the bird You talking to a cleaner mother***er in the third So you better not get on my nerves B.I.T.C.H. I need Urdo Keep me moving like Turto Keep me seeing this purple Keep it banging like Kurt Goat Work something, twerk something Bitch, *** Nina, she worth something That's Hank on E, it ain't worth it Tryna stunt on me? The worst coming, okay? Mother***ers gonna need some plumbing I am the *** and I feel like eating something Feed in my stomach, give me a rapper, make it a hundred *** it, give em the Hubble telescope, they couldn't see the youngin No, *** it, let em get a little something Bring em to the block, do a little stunting That ain't nothing, everywhere I go putting on I ain't bluffing, everywhere I go putting on B.I.T.C.H. I run it, K.I.L.L. This song got a mother***er feeling like Paco Picture me, bro Picture me, bro Picture this song got a mother***er feeling like Paco Picture me, bro Picture me, bro Picture me, bro Picture me rich Picture everybody with a picture of me hanging on the wall like Prince Picture your favorite R.B. singing, looking at a picture on the phone of my big old bitch Picture me living like Biggie The real Frank White, I'm the king of my city Picture all this *** starting as a dream Staring at a picture of Martin Luther King B.I.T.C.H., that's my reaction Tryna make it happen from rapping Tryna avoid me at casket Half of my kinfolk Caught up in traffic from trapping My whole squad'll turn to a fraction Tony Montana's right up the block from us, dawg It's hard not to get caught up in it at all Hard not to ball Sales for Yale, then jail Then someone goes false to the law Please, God, tell me that ain't true Tell me that name on that paperwork, ain't you? If you ain't snitching, then why is you home? Stupid decision, B.I.T.C.H., better get gone Three in the mall, I can't get rest So I turn over, pick up that 38 Special You bustin' my dough, then I bust it Your neck hold, 25 stranded on death row This song got a motha***a feelin' like Pac-Dog Feelin' like Pac-Dog, like, picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' This song got a motha***a feelin' like Pac-Dog Feelin' like Pac-Dog, like, picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin'