(Chorus): 2x
So you want to be a playa
So you want to be a G
So you want to be a gangsta (2nd time: player)
But you don't want to f*** with me
(Verse 1):
Diamonds up on the pinky rolexes up on the wrist
Take a good look at this old pimpin' a**
n**** you ain't never seen a Mack like this
It's the Thug in me
n***** be walkin' round muggin' me ruggin' me
Tell your b**** to give me my d*** back
She pullin' me and tuggin' me
Can't be f*****' round with you cluckhead b******
Don't need no fixin' rubbers
Just like my timin' a** partner (E-)40 say
Punk b**** y'all burn rubber
If that b**** can't swim then n**** she bound to drown
What's up with you old ratched mouth a** b******
Tryna talk down on me and the town
You b****** better recognize this is 187 proofer
Mobbin' out the cut with a fat A.K. and a black on black Lex Luther
Ain't no ?? up in this ?? just shut em down crush nasty
Right now I'm kickin' this pimp s*** but you ho's know I'm the last G
In sticky situations will have bust with no hesitation
You punk a** n***** don't know my background
You just stuck on that player hation
Why a n**** want to talk bad on a timer who been down from the Get Go
I can smoke a blunt up in my hot tub don't be trippin' off that old s*** though
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 2):
You n***** ain't never seen me in person tryna a**assinate my character
Talkin' bout Spice ain't got no paper
b**** I'm a nightmare livin' in America
Ain't no paperbag a** n**** hoe I done been through some s***
n***** walkin' round out here I want to kill
want to kill me too that's real
Punk a** n***** they know who they is runnin' round talkin' s***
Oh, f*** that punk a** n****
Spice 1 he ain't nothin but a b****
But one of these days
I'ma have your a** chopped up in the back of my Benzo
Mobbin' to this old gangsta s*** right here smokin' on some of that Indo
Too many f*** you b****** up in the game n***** be puttin' too much on it
Born and bred to be a Thug a** n****
2 fingers on 2 twin Glock triggers
I know the game ain't got no rules and they got been laced
d***, if so many m****f****s didn't know my face
I would've been offin' you playa hatin' a** n***** a long time ago
Would've seen you filled up with slugs would've seen you dyin' real slow
But you know what I ain't trippin' off that old s***
Cause y'all n***** ain't worth my riches
Go head and sit around and chatter my name out
I lace more punk a** b******
(Chorus): 2x
So you want to be a playa
So you want to be a G
So you want to be a gangsta (2nd time: player)
But you don't want to f*** with me
(Verse 1):
Diamonds up on the pinky rolexes up on the wrist
Take a good look at this old pimpin' a**
n**** you ain't never seen a Mack like this
It's the Thug in me
n***** be walkin' round muggin' me ruggin' me
Tell your b**** to give me my d*** back
She pullin' me and tuggin' me
Can't be f*****' round with you cluckhead b******
Don't need no fixin' rubbers
Just like my timin' a** partner (E-)40 say
Punk b**** y'all burn rubber
If that b**** can't swim then n**** she bound to drown
What's up with you old ratched mouth a** b******
Tryna talk down on me and the town
You b****** better recognize this is 187 proofer
Mobbin' out the cut with a fat A.K. and a black on black Lex Luther
Ain't no ?? up in this ?? just shut em down crush nasty
Right now I'm kickin' this pimp s*** but you ho's know I'm the last G
In sticky situations will have bust with no hesitation
You punk a** n***** don't know my background
You just stuck on that player hation
Why a n**** want to talk bad on a timer who been down from the Get Go
I can smoke a blunt up in my hot tub don't be trippin' off that old s*** though
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 2):
You n***** ain't never seen me in person tryna a**assinate my character
Talkin' bout Spice ain't got no paper
b**** I'm a nightmare livin' in America
Ain't no paperbag a** n**** hoe I done been through some s***
n***** walkin' round out here I want to kill
want to kill me too that's real
Punk a** n***** they know who they is runnin' round talkin' s***
Oh, f*** that punk a** n****
Spice 1 he ain't nothin but a b****
But one of these days
I'ma have your a** chopped up in the back of my Benzo
Mobbin' to this old gangsta s*** right here smokin' on some of that Indo
Too many f*** you b****** up in the game n***** be puttin' too much on it
Born and bred to be a Thug a** n****
2 fingers on 2 twin Glock triggers
I know the game ain't got no rules and they got been laced
d***, if so many m****f****s didn't know my face
I would've been offin' you playa hatin' a** n***** a long time ago
Would've seen you filled up with slugs would've seen you dyin' real slow
But you know what I ain't trippin' off that old s***
Cause y'all n***** ain't worth my riches
Go head and sit around and chatter my name out
I lace more punk a** b******
(Chorus): 2x