Lyrics

One, two, three to the fo' Bitch I'm a pimp, I don't speak to no hoes You niggas never match MC's with no flows It don't add up, like me with no dough I swear to God, just last year I was broke On the block selling dope, watching my niggas snort coke (Now) My life changed, from the planes to the boats From the chains to the clothes, don't need Game for these hoes They just hop in the Range and we go Switching lanes, baby go'n give me brains on the low Never lame, born and raised in the Sco Niggas hate, but they won't say a thing to me though It's like that, and as a matter of fact I got powers with the powder, Harry Potter the crack Every hour I devour, money shower with that Lemonheads in my ears, how sour is that? Real sour, I break shit down like Twin Towers Nabbed ya' bitch, had the bitch, bitch holla It ain't 'bout dollars? I don't want to hear about it Never square, boy this nigga right here about it Call me Ya Boy, for short call me YB Don't try me, carry gun like I.D But fuck guns, I keep niggas beside me And we'll beat a punk nigga down like Rodney Feel I'm the king when it come to this rap thing If I ain't have a mic, I probably clap things Or post all night, serving things to the crack fiends Boy, I got runners like the coach of the track team Yes, I'm focused, vision clear as a flat screen You broke niggas not eating you're fasting I'm telling you: All the hoods, they feel dude They like, "Pac gone, but fuck it, he'll do" A lot of jealous niggas, they be trying to kill dude Because the boy pockets green as mildew And in the west, if I ain't the best Or at least second, I'll put a weapon up to my chest (Yeah) Haters don't want to see me breathe Cause they know I got Next like MTV They can't see me like bootleg DVDs 'Cause I got more pads than the MPC Catch me dippin' in a Jag, seaweed green I'm in a league of my own, you in the pee-wee league When I was broke, still my grill at least three Gs Now I talk with a smile, let the VVs breathe It's Ya Boy, I represent the CDP You a ho dog, you be were the weenies be You the man when the east coast talk about ya' Buzzin' in the streets, each coast speak about ya' That's me, and if you ain't here It's 'bout to get ugly, like Freeway's beard It's the streets, you don't get a lot of leeway here It get hotter than a motherfuckin' heat wave here Trust me, boy, it's a lot of heat-play here Leave you M.I.A. like the Heat play here Wear guns to surpass the hatin' Tie the MAC 'round my neck, it's a fashion statement I laugh at you clowns, thinkin' I'm the same dude I'm not as quiet as I was back in grade school I'm much sicker, with an addiction to spray tools And like a Game, I'm just dyin' to play fools So run up if you think I'm a chump I'll leave your body in the trunk, smellin' just like skunk I'll leave your head in your lap, right after I dump Even Ashton Kutcher couldn't make your nucka a punk (Ha) I be thuggin' till I'm at the pearly tall gates 'Cause I've been thuggin' since 20s had a small face I'm still thuggin' and, 20s got a large face Ya Boy, the black '06 version of Scarface And the Bay is where I made my name Where them niggas go dumb like Damon Wayans Yeah it's hyphy, but some niggas, they be goin all out So I don't go dumb 'cause the gun might fall out Trust me, dog, I'm not the nigga you should call out I'm looking at your teeth and I'ma knock 'em all out Twice as big as I was befo' And the radio won't even play my song no mo' But It's cool, I'm in the streets like a hydrant though So when they ask who the best, they reply "Ya Yo That nigga Ya Boy, that boy got a fiery flow" Hoes tryin' to make me they man, my reply is "No" Yes, you can get on your knees and blow And put my thing in your mouth, but easy though A hot boy, I don't sound like Weezy though Got snow, but I don't think I got a Jeezy flow I'm the truth, I could go R&B and blow But this rap game's so fuckin' easy though I'm the pizza man, I got cheese and dough My H-Town niggas got me off leanin' dro Niggas think I'm a ho, ti'l I squeeze the fo' And that'll change they mind like Keyshia Cole And I'm single, somebody let Keyshia know That I break backs and leave girls leanin', yo (Ha) The girls choose 'cause my penis better Not to mention I'm hot like Phoenix weather Not to mention you cold, you won't even go gold When I drop, I'ma go platinum times fo' That's fo' million sales from Florida to Wales 'Cause I got more bars than four million jails And I'm holding the twelve gauge for you lames Aim at your brain, leave your membrane rearranged If you don't think I'm the truth, you retarded Record labels, get the biddin' war started