So you say you a gangsta, right?
Are you really a rider, yeah?
You don`t take s**t from no one, no
And got your mind on your muthaf**kin` dough, let`s go

I`ll be a South Side ni**a till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the 69 drop
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop

I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the feel
So my head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
I ain`t clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill

I move to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain`t tough for the tube, I`ll smack y`all for real
Go head hate on me now, you`ll miss a ni**a later
I`m hood like butter holes and pissy elevators

I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

Poppa was a rollin` stone
Never came back home now I`m on my own
So I had to learn a few things `bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don`t come around here
Guns ammunition don`t run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A ni**a try me, he won`t see tomorrow

I ain`t even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base `cause Eminem is my partner

I`m a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain`t a regular ni**a, all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring your boy to Singapore

My dress code got the best hoes jumping on `em
Elvis`s and Red Monkey with the monkey on `em
Shelves`ll leave a ni**az food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo

We don`t tolerate the c**k blocking out the bricks
We got fif`s with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch your mouth bitch there`s rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks

Poppa was a rollin` stone
Never came back home now I`m on my own
So I had to learn a few things `bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don`t come `round here
Guns ammunition don`t run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A ni**a try me, he won`t see tomorrow

A ni**a throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Then pick up a shell, that`ll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I`m a f**king Don

I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I don`t cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I`m gone
I`m in a class all by myself
I`ll whoop your ass all by myself

I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I`ve been patiently waiting to get on my s**t again
So this is for the corner they cornered a ni**a in

I wish you would try jump me, I`ll wave the gat by you
And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Ni**a you stupid riding by trying to blast me
`Cause my window got the glass from a taxi

Poppa was a rollin` stone
Never came back home now I`m on my own
So I had to learn a few things `bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don`t come `round here
Guns ammunition don`t run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A ni**a try me, he won`t see tomorrow