211 - Tha Cla**ic lyrics

[Skinny Pimp] Get that money mane if you true to the game Brothers coming up mane street thugs never change Straight out the projects now we cashing fat checks Pimp came a long way from slangin out the duplex Now I'm on BET with A.J. and Free Bringin out my new release it's a cla**ic to the streets Still hard never flauge all in NYC like the mob When I do my job pulling up in them fancy cars This is for my gangstas ballin in them Cadillac trucks Moving weight state to state telling me come the sets full Now we in the bigger biz still taking care of the kids Still taking care of the fam still hitting big licks Anybody cross us y'all gotta die Understand this we ain't letting nothing slide We Mafia so never forget and respect that This is the business this is Tha Cla**ic [Chorus 2X: 211] Why don't you come to my ghetto hood watch me come up On the video scene riding clean we blowed up The Kings of the south got it all sewed up Tha Cla**ic this is the cla**ic [Skinny Pimp] Hard times hard years and hard peers I done been thru it This time no sad faces cuz we gotta do it Get rich or die trying this is for my ghetto moms Mothers in the ghetto this is coming from your son The dope game show me the rap game owe me Now everybody in the world finna feel me The IC triple P International Cross country Professional Paid Pimp bringing it back to the streets Never will I sell my sold for a pot of gold I will k** these folks before I let them do me cold I'm the chosen one and I keep God first in my life Even when I'm strapped up riding in the silent night I keep it true like my kinfolk Lucky Lou If he don't get you Big Hill gonna get you So when it's time to ride we gon keep it real quiet And when you gotta die you can't blame my guys [Chorus] [Skinny Pimp] Why don't you take a trip to Memphis that's where all the pimps at Maury suits and Gator boots fine women and our strips We full of pure pa**ion leaders or fashion Pimping and macking big bank we stacking 24 inch big wheelers car dealers drug dealers Big gun shooters and we grid up like P-Miller We got the money and power The good and the Johnson to Johnson we self-rising like flour [211] Why don't you come to my ghetto hood watch me come up On the video scene riding clean we blowed up The kings of the south got it all sewed up Plenty of pimping in the big body of grown rode up The flicker of the diamonds all around the wrist is shining Pure pure rubian flex sipping wine and Bag them loot bundles of cash in the plastic This is the cla**ic COME! [Chorus]