Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

Sometimes it makes me wanna blow my fuckin head off Sometimes it makes me think the world has gone officially insane Sometimes it makes me wanna go a little mental We celebrate the idiot Pretend that we're so into it Dumb down our intelligence Just to

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold I won't be the victim, but the first to cast a stone Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll And don't you try to

Harlem once was red line district rated Designated ghetto like the yellow star of David And you wonder why people don't own their homes 'Cause the racist bank wouldn't fuckin' mortgage a loan Until after the invasion of gentrification Eminent domain

Hope you fuckin' wit' me, girl I fuck with you With me in one of these cities, but do what you wanna do But be what you wanna be, you make my summer breeze This love right right here stings, she yellow like Bumble Bee Be what you wanna be This love right

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 get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul Move along, nothing to see I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they

I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees

Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta,