99 Cent a Song

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Nito, what up, my nigga? [Verse] Most of these niggas shooters, they be poppin' niggas I know some niggas from the north, they be robbin' niggas I don't fuck with doggy bone, can't get no dollars with him Yeah, I'm still in the hood gettin' guala, nigga Baby girl head different, yeah, she swallow niggas If we beefin' in the club, I'll bottle niggas They beef too much around here, can't even ride with niggas If you ain't one of mines, nigga, I can't slide with you My nigga say he wanna slide, I'm finna slide with him If I go broke right now, you gon' stay down with me? My niggas stabbin' niggas up, tryna find Sydney Unc' havin' withdrawls, he can't find Whitney I don't fuck with you no more, you crossed the line with me You ain't really gang gang, you ain't my— You ain't really gang gang, you ain't my slime really Bitch, you ugly as fuck, you ain't fine, really He tryna steal some petty shit, that's a sign, really My lil' nigga popped up with a ten milli' My nigga out here doin' scams, scammed ten cities Every Glock on the block got ten titties That mean we got them fifty rounds and they fast as hell I know I rap, but I still got bags for sale You niggas broke, still out here playin' Madden 12 I'm outside right now, who got a mask for sale? My lil' nigga say he got beef, who got mags for sale? You in love with that bitch, she got ass for sale Don't ask me, "Can you hit her?" You better ask yourself If I hit you with this Glock, you gon' have to patch yourself Ain't nobody teach me how to rap, I had to rap myself I ain't let no nigga wrap my 'bows, I'ma wrap 'em myself Like why the fuck would I front you? I'll sell 'em myself Why would I sign a record deal? I could sell it myself Ninety-nine cent for a song, I'm sellin' myself I'll never sign a deal, I ain't sellin' myself Nigga, you know you stink bad, you smellin' yourself I flew to California to mail it myself YSR Gramz, the fans say I go crazy My cousin mama was a fiend, he a dope baby All I do is sell weed, I don't sell dope, baby Please listen to YSR Gramz, my shit dope, baby Verse 2, lil' nigga, I'm finna go brazy The lean got me walkin' slow like an old lady You don't get no pussy, lil' nigga, you got no ladies You broke as hell around this bitch, got four babies I just stuffed a big Backwood with four eighties Shot thirteen shots out the Glock like Tracy McGrady My lil' niggas on the road goin' so crazy You don't get no money, lil' nigga, 'cause you so lazy