作词 : Jay Jenkins/Christopher Gholson
作曲 : Jay Jenkins/Christopher Gholson
First they tell ya "Mother****er, trap or die", that me O
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a mother****er before my bread, hey, now me O
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my mother****ers is 'bout it, all my mother****ers is with i
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real mother****ers fo' sho', got a fetish for doug
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
First they tell ya "Mother****er, trap or die", that me O
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a mother****er before my bread, hey, now me O
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If mother****ers ain't droppin', mother****er, what the **** is Def Jam
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss mother****er, might just drop my next album on Atlanti
I really hope you mother****ers ready, Vice-prezzy and his Pres
Got some mother****ers up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heav
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a mother****er totin
Keep that street mother****er paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
First they tell ya "Mother****er, trap or die", that me O
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a mother****er before my bread, hey, now me O
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me pos***********an, don't go no where without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you ca************n' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, ***********s thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or ************t without my ***********' pistol
First they tell ya "Mother****er, trap or die", that me O
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a mother****er before my bread, hey, now me O