First verse:

I woke up quick, at around two
Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw
Boys out there, makin` them tapes
Separate the real ni**as from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a flat ten
And he just can`t stop talkin` bout that pen
My best friend, but time destroys all men
Now he don`t give a f**k about goin` again
It ain`t all good, but I ain`t missin` no money
I`m just a thug muthaf**ka and you can`t take nothin` from me
Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread with my killas in the h-tx
It`s the sp-mex, in the all black stretch
Known for my purity, pride, and security
A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry

Chorus:

`cause the boys on the cut don`t give a f**k
You come talkin` that s**t, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin` that yay
Only pussy muthaf**kas say that crime don`t pay

(2x)

Second verse:

The time has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my muthaf**kin` year
I come from the head, it`s the boy named los
The one that got everybody on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin`
In the form of a compact disc, f**k prison
No more savin` cans, no more collectin` pennies
I`ll have your f**kin` clique hollerin` "who killed kenny? "
For my gangsta bitch, that I just met
She ridin` my dick, chuckin` up her set
I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
Got the whole world fiendin` for the dope I cut

Chorus

Bridge (ayana m.):

Fire......
We on fire.......
We ain`t gone stop....
Droppin` these boooooombs.....

(2x)

Third verse:

I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack
And I don`t think that bitch ever got her purse back
With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
It`s like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez
Got me sellin` this dope to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin` down, but I give two f**ks
Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Layin` in a casket, hard as a rock
My lead, hit`cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I`ve been called a failure!
My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the county jail two months ago
Now I`m in the studio, just like julio
In the city where them bitches never won a super bowl
Man I can`t stop, i`ma keep on droppin`
Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin`
At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
I f**k a country singer and a houston ballerina
Plus a fine ass china, I used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer
Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian
I don`t give a f**k `cause every month I make a million

Bridge