[Produced by Lex Luger]
[Verse]
Pocket full of that collard greens
I still don't know will I get enough
See muthaf**as on the corner hating
Pull up a .12 and the heads get chopped
Use chopper style to make them respect
My hustle, yeah, they can't knock it out
I'm clever even if I sound dumb
And if my rhy-mes don't rhyme at all
I know my way used to be hard as f**
That made my victory taste like honey
I k** the beats with every word I rhyme
And for staying safe you better give me your money
My life's a b**h, and I f** her harder
Than Bradley Pitt makes love with the A
f** safety, she will not be pregnant
Go find your love a safe place to stay
Cause when I arrive into the city of angels
All c*nts be mine, no doubt, I think
When I get signed my mom will be proud
I be the only one from fam to succeed
I'm gonna find a lot of relatives who never seen me
Pretending that my cash will ride out to them
f** you, my checks are mine, I'ma give some to mommy
For raising me to who I am
I'm hardcore, I f**ing show no love
To h*mos, f**s and the p**y c*nts
I'm a good kid into a bada** city
Whose catchphrase is "What the f**?"
My creed gives me a rule of life
"No trust, boy, you have been f**ed"
This rap game dirts everybody
Who stepped inside, there's no way out
I knew a rapper who wanted to retire
And went to church, he was dumb as f**
5 years later he came back with desire
Ironi-cally he f**ed his rapping up
I'll do it to d**h, it's my 25 to life
But I am proud, it's not my fault
Thank you, Em, Dre, Eazy for making me loud
Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told, I'm about to go H·A·M
[Hook]
Hard as a motherf**er
Let these motherf**ers know just who I am
I'm about to go H·A·M
Hard as a motherf**er
Let these motherf**ers know just who I am