I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot 'em down nigga A hundred rounds 'll put you down, nigga

Bust it, down, bust it, down Jumped in the 'What the fuck is that?' Took a shot of Henny out the back Girl you know it's real, I ain't tryna brag I just wanna take you to the back while you let a nigga Bust it, down, oh yeah Bust it, down, oh yeah, yeah

They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery "You know we got em Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your ass, nigga Boss, Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)" Nigga

C'mon Xzibit Yeah... Ahh, ahh, E-Dub It's that millennium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler

I don't want to let you down, I don't want to let you down You amazed right now, you got it made right now I won't let you down, I won't let you down We gotta fuck right now, like it's 4 AM right now We can't be too discrete, niggas going to know right

'Cause a ho gonna be a ho A nigga gonna be a nigga No matter what the fuck you think Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go (Hell mothfuckin no!) (Hell mothfuckin no!) M-O double B I don't know why they want to trouble me Is it because they bitch

Don't play with me Let a nigga know now if you gon' leave or stay 'Cause I got a lot of girls that would love to take your place Girl it's gettin' too late and I ain't with these games Why you wanna play with me? And girl don't play So girl don't play

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets