It's Lil B, b**h
p**y n***as f**, but you better have them Pampers
I had to clear my mind out, took a trip into the Hamptons
A mental trip, and I slept up in the mansion
These n***as drive me crazy, I started to feel like Charles Manson
I need the f**ing ransom, make him stick his hands up
That n***a' hands up, make him look like a dancer
The piece will pull your pants up, b**h, or make your a** run
Silver barrels where I'm from, Tate taught me how to shoot first
School was for schoolboys, I wanna learn to move purp
n***as see I'm eating, n***as see the dude jerk
My job to watch n***as, sh**, that was like my schoolwork
But only did night school, nighttime was glide time
Early...up before the sunshine
Eat before it's lunchtime, and smash before it's crunch time
Yeah boy, I was knee deep up in the bloodline
Uncle was a gangsta, brother was a gangsta
Mama was a savage, and daddy was a prankster
So what the f** that make me? The product of a prankster
The product of a gangster, I'm something like a anchor
Talk in front of n***as like: What the f**? You ain't sh**
Ain't never been a gangsta, my moral-like relations
I f** with the gangsters, we ride around and pace 'em
Throw 'em up, the B-Unit with the rangers
n***as park with Range's, limo's with the...
Busting up these faces
Ben and big faces, n***as can't see us
I love you, I'm stationed
I'm solid n***a
Let's go, we good