When I dropped my first album n***as was jocking me tough
And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough
"Well slow it down"
Hell, no! I ain't slowing down sh**
It's 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick
You know what I'm saying, motherf**ers try to front on the Blank
Soon as they think I got paid, smoke a blunt with the Blank
Then we get high, so high that they think I don't notice
But only if they knew, that's the only way I could focus
Hip hop blues, I'm still paying dues undercover
But they don't see the times a motherf**er gotta suffer
Pawning all of my sh** and I couldn't afford to get it back
But still made hits 'cause Dope ain't charged me nothing for the tracks
Cool, much respect due, I see you fool
Motherf**ers don't appreciate the sh** that you and Egypt do
Women around Houston seem to think we rich
Because every time they see me I'm rolling with a different b**h
I got a tape, true enough, it's jamming, G
But I had more sh** back in the day when I was slanging D
So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git
When you weren't there when I was making this sh**
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Working late nights in the studio, busting my a** crack
Busting my a** crack, where was your a** at?
Hell, yeah, I bust my a** trying to make this
And I'll be damned if I let a n***a take this
'Cause it's all about respect and never giving up
But a lot of artists these days just don't give a f**
I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop
Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop
And what I don't understand to this very day is
How'd all this white sh** ever make it on the play list, sh**
I dig ditches for b**hes that wanna ride dick
Now everybody's jocking, trying to be my sidekick
Holding they hand out, trying to get a hand out
But when they stand out I wear they f**ing a** out
Man, I don't owe that n***a sh**
If I got something to give you, I'ma give it to you
You ain't got to rob my dick to get it
And what's this sh** I heard about the Blank smoking crack?
n***a, I'm six four, 260 solid, so squash that
The suicide attempt is true, if I may say
I can't explain, I just felt like dying that day
But motherf**ers stick they nose where it don't belong
And got the nerve to want to be on my f**ing song
Trying to be down, but can't accept the fact that he fired
Get off my dick, n***a, I'm tired
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Nine to five, ten to three, eleven to six
around the clock clowns
trying to mix this sh** down
I've been up for three days and still pushing it
My girl talk crazy, but f** her 'cause she's full of sh**
It's all about money, I got to get paid
If I don't make it in this game I got to get the 12 guage
And all I'ma have to say is I tried to
Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride, too
So I'ma reincarnate the old Point Blank
Put this damn mic down and start slanging weight
Because I knew a lot of n***as in the game
And I still know a lot of n***as who want to do this damn thing
Klondike Kat told me to hold on
While Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone on
David D was kind of scared, but I don't blame him
He was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name him
PSK, what can I say about this n******go
Always talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta though
But Dope E and Egypt E, I'm speachless
Much love for y'all fools, and I mean this
K Rude and all my boys up in TDC
I'd rather you stick a knife in me than forget me
Yo, I can't forget Bigtyme and Eddie C
MC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, G
And for the rest of y'all fools I know some of y'all care
But face the facts, you weren't there
Player, when I was
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