Yeah It Is What It Is Man Uh-huh
Sirens Flashin′ You Know The Routine, The Crime Scene
Taped Off It Started Out A Robbery, They Blew
Half His Face Off They Seen Him Shinin', Cross
Full Of Diamonds He Bought Grindin′ His Foot Slipped
Off The Ladder Of Success He Was Climbin' The
D's Came Through, Askin′ The Niggas If They Knew
What Happened Somehow My Name End Up In Anythin′
That Involves Clappin' Detectives At My Mama Crib, They
Say They Wanna Question Me They Put Me In
A Line Up Last Time And They Arrested Me
When It Come To Cookin′ Coke, They Know
I Got The Recipe I Turn A Quarter To
A Half, Thats Why They Mess With Me I'm
The Neighborhood Pusher, I Move Packs To Make Stacks
A Little Weed, A Little X, A Little H,
A Little Crack Figure, I Push It To The
Limit, Take This Shit To The Max Navy Blue
Vest On, Navy Blue Yankee Hat Calm, In My
Palm, Fully Loaded Fire Arm First To Let Off,
Last To Run, Every Time It′s On I
Tell Niggas To Suck My Dick Get The Fuck
Out My Face 'Cause I Don′t Need 'em 'Cause
They′re Never Around When I′m Down Shot And I'm
Bleedin′ What, Niggas Yeah Is There A Mothafuckin'
Problem Nigga Oh, Yeah That′s What I Thought So,
Pussy Niggas Be Talkin' About Me, They Always
Callin′ Me Crazy Fuck Them O.G. Niggas, They Stuck
In The 8