Mr. Ivan - Look at Youself lyrics

{Ivan Talkin (Baby)} We bout to get into some sh** about these hoes that like to back-slide on a n***a We got B-3-2 (f**in right), Mannie Fresh and me Mr. Ivan Check it out as I run it down to you (motha f** them stank hoes, b**h) {Verse 1: Mr. Ivan} Gangsta, gangsta hard f**in ties with a b*atch I made a few mistakes I can't help not bein rich I'm havin lots a trouble with some sh** thats been on my mind Believe it or not, I'm bout to bust my rich b**h u think I trust "What about your friends? Who you want, is it them or me?" b**h I put you first now why the f** you tryna clown me? Sheeit now why you b**hin bout the hoes I used to f**? Just keep on with ya trippin' cause this n***a ain't givin a f** You neva gave me no kinda time to get my head right Fresh out the parish, now b**h you know that sh** ain't right I propolize the situation and get the f** on Now that I reach the party b**h I'm bout to get my serve on You playa hatin a** b**hes is on a mission To stop me and my serve, b**h its best you keep on wishin Huh, now dont come on me when I start to gettin rich You said I was a failure motha f**a TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF b*tch! {Hook: B-32} Take a look, take a look at yourself b**h Take a look, take a look at yourself b**h Take a look, take a look at yourself b**h Take a look, take a look at yourself b**h {Verse 2: Mannie Fresh} See my story takes place on the late night I was on the lake front tryna gettin some act right b**h was actin funny so I had to kick game I said I'll be ya king you be my queen and sh** will neva change Now I'm just sittin there look at the Viva (Vagina) Its Hairy like Berry and its bigger than Geneva Something said stick my finger in, so I did Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and awwwwwww shhhiitt I just dont believe it how could you conceive it? My fist, my wrist, b**h ya need (???) Push ya bu*t black, you smell like step back, ohh what the f** is that? (Stop doin that sh** black) Tune the cat, aww b**h you bad fa my health Aww, ho... take a look at yaself (ho) {Hook} {Verse 3: Mr. Ivan} Got my self together, head strong with things to do Took a little time to realize that I dont love you Strugglin hard, need some help, ya phone bill is due? Ya can't do nuttin fa me AIGHT b*tch, MOTHA fu*k YOU! I sacrifice alotta sh** to be with ya black Since I'm on my own, now b**h you know you can't s** a dick Before I left I told you I'mma be the checker You repped on me to ya friends, now I'm draggin you home arrested You wish you want, your no longer under custody See me on the streets I guarentee you won't f** with me p**y, stankin a** b**h with the yeast infection Fresh outta birth control, ain't worryin bout protection I coulda k**ed ya but ya ain't worth me goin to jail With you in '94 all I wanna do is nail b**h I wanted to be a nice n***a To take care of you and ya kids now you wanna go out and be a gold digger? I'm nuttin nice, I'm scandelous like Jimmy Swagger Kidnap them n***as and turn into a full jacker Now that I'm single I'm gon go get my sh** I'm gon get scandelous on that a** but fa now take a look at yourself b**h! {Hook} {Verse 4: B-32 (Mr. Ivan)} Now Wonda out that 3rd, I'm gon drag fa that stink b**h All up in my grill cause a n***a's gettin mega rich Clockin all my riches "Hi n***a!" Shhhhheeeiitt I could slang, bang, f** a ho and sell some units mayne When I was broke it was hard fa me to get some play I'm strictly ballin, preparin my self for madd days Kiesha, (Omica), Shalicka (And them otha hoes) s** a fat dick stank b**h, thats how the game go (Now B-3-2) I remember how the game was (In the 7th Ward, where I was catchin blues cuz) Fresh out ya money 'till you see these dog hoes smile (Just like a [??] you know them dog hoes go wild) There was a time (she made me think I wasn't sh** If I stuck with the b**h I probably wouldn't be sh** Aww f**!) I know I can't trust a b**h (See now I jetted, I'm kickin it in my own sh** She always tryna break a n***a) Break Yo self b**h (Now this n***a gone, its best you help yaself b**h Now I hope you enjoy livin on yoown Picked up my mask and my Ruger and this n***a gone You by yoself, Mr. Ivan's gettin rich You thought I was doin bad ya b**h take a look at yaself b**h) {Hook} (Ivan Talkin) Props go out to my n***a Big Mike from the ghetto boys The beer man Local 5-80, cause yall understood what was happenin with them hoes I used to sweat But its like that ya dig f** all ya Stanky a** hoes b**h I'm on the map, s** a dick b*atch!