Four years ago I was stuck on the grind
Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes
Till I came with **** that got a mutha***ka known
Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
Took a test to be a mutha***kin' g
And all the *****s came amazed at me
Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack
The fiends used to scream for my mutha***kin' sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now I'm killin' *****s on the microphone
Sp-****e 1 kickin' **** to m***
A Hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath
You see that's the life that I lead
I put a slug in a ***** try to ***k with me
So step back move back *****s try to jack
But ain't no mutha***kin' love I put you on your back
Start some **** at the party first ***** to glance
I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants
No shorts on a dove I'm tryna come above
They call me ****e 1 and ain't no mutha***kin' love

I said one to the two, two to two three
Put a slug in your *** for you to say g
The s to the p the I the c-e
You sucka *** *****s can't ***k with me

I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin like a Seville
And when you look up inside you see a ***** that's real
So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side
You might catch a slug if I'm on a hoo-ride
I said I first come I first served basis
*****s catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places
One of a kind for my people's delight
And to you sucka *** *****s you just ain't right
Because you're snitchin' on your homies be sent up in the pen
And *****s wanna stick you if they see your *** again
You're hangin' on the ave you're chillin' with the crew
But *****s walk away and all the bullets hittin' you

I said one to the two, two to two three
Put a slug in your *** for you to say g
The s to the p the I the c-e
You sucka *** *****s can't ***k with me

I said one to the two, two to three
My dj xtra-large and g-n-u-t
We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face
Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace
Let off rounds you fall down to the ground
You sucka *** ***** another dead clown
You're a 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar player
You's a sucka *** ***** I had to spray ya
You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine
But I'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind
I'm comin' from the sickest city around
Spittin' some gangsta **** the dirty bay is the town
So g-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure
Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead *****

G-n-u-t in the place to be
Pimp straight up out a player's university
Every since kindergarden I acquired the knowledge
Didn't have no mail so I said '***k college!'
I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack
And the game that I spit'll put your ***** on the back
I'm dressed to kill I love to style
I'm the mc you know hoe check my file
The big-lip ***** for your regard
500 Dollar spread for the credit card
I hit your town then I go back home
Break a ***** for her mail bought a Cadillac chrome
Deep in the cut for all you *****es delight
And if a ***** playa-hate he gon have to fight
Because when I grind I hits the strip
Every time I sell out I buy a brand-new zip
It don't take a lot to entertain'
And like my ***** Method Man I'ma bring the pain
You can't rock the shop if you high off hop
You gotta let a ***** know you'll never stop
And your game gotta make a lot of sense
You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins