Outkast - Claimin True lyrics

Well it is I, the pimp playing n***a that you heard about Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses I got the hookers on the go and player rhymes that I f** with I buy amps that pops my trunk swift I've been a player since the age of two That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk Do how them hoe sellers do See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be Always claiming true to what I do and then f** what I see I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up And make my money 'cause my daddy never showed up But f** it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone And nothing wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone Yeah, I'm the n***a with the feather in my hat Finger waves and snake skins, sh**, I got all that But you ain't know I'm the one dipping and dodging bullets The price you pay when you behind it steady trying to pull it So Dolemite, Dolemite not sh**, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore They were my idols when I was a kid From nappy head, greasy face, eating watermelon To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real n***as step up like the players that's in back of me I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real n***as step up like the players that's in back of me All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watching over me Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like coming harder Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when n***as flee If it is one of my own, I'm letting the trigger be 'cause I got love for any n***a who got love for me And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slanging quarter keys Just trying to make it, then of age, come through, take it I ain't forgot about y'all women who be working n***as bu*t naked At Magic City, shaking titties just to pay the rent Lord, trying to hustle must be something that was heaven sent But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinking I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin' 'cause I be taking the rough side of the mountain If you cross my path, I'll leave you draining like a fountain Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975 Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive So little botty bwoy better say your prayers You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real n***as step up like the players that's in back of me I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real n***as step up like the players that's in back of me I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real n***as step up like the players that's in back of me I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real n***as step up like the players that's in back of me