Intro

I heard somebody say "Dram where you been at?"
I said "You ain't been paying attention to the game?"
My DNA's everywhere, Tune please remind these niggas

Sip more care less, bare chest, tattoos
Big chain, fat jewels, coupon Shaq shoes
That dude bad news, Rob, Hijack? Cool
Black Heart, black tool, crack on that spoon
Crack on that spoon, Backbone don't bend
Them shoot at Tune, that boy don't flinch
I don't shoot back, I pay for that hit
And wait for that call, that say "We caught that fish"
Homeboy got life, slap on that wrist
We bout' to start puttin' price tags on them bricks
Kidnap wifey Get facts from that bitch
My bitch like feet, relax on that dick
Shake hands with killas, break bread with homies
Not with these hoes, that's a threat not a warning
Imma Pimp under pressure
Got the Smith & the Wesson
Got the A & the K, tell them niggas to spell it
I'm the shit and the urine
Smell and whiff and inhale it
Quick to snap it and flash
And get that picture developed
I cut your head off and wear it
I break your legs get to steppin'
She suck the red off the cherry
Bandanna red, bloody marry
I smoke a blunt in the mornin'
I smoke a blunt after that
I give some bread to my homies
I don't want none of it back
I wear the crown when I sleep
I wear the crown when I fuck
I tear it down when I fuck
I read the bible at 1
I play the hand that was dealt
I got a deck full of aces
I gave birth to your style
I need a check for my labor (Damn!)
I need a tech with a laser
For the hecklers and haters
I ain't sure about heaven
I need a recommendation
Yea, incarceration with molesters and rapers
Late at night in they cell
Hear them confessin' their prayers
I'm a professional player
Intellectual player
It's about a ton a piece, for the testable weighers
Undetectable sprayers
Make a mess like some crayons
Dead men can't talk, and to heck with a Seance
Be expectin' the chaos
Be expectin' the chaos
Young Money muthafucker
We expect you to pay us
IM GONE