Lyrics
I don't care about the name of your clothing designer
I'm fascinated by the attribute of Malcolm and Elijah
Hoopty when it's drama, we hoppin' out of the Mazda
Strip like Gaza, the coppers in the Impala
If not the pocket rocker, the chopper do somethin' proper
Shoot you out your shoes, get popped out of your Pradas
In '01, I was gettin' dollars with the robbers
Rob weed spots for hours in early hours
Skin smellin' like sour when they was blamin' Osama
So I was in the shower when they was droppin' the towers
Actin' like a mobster, you hassa? You an imposter!
Somethin' like spaghetti: tomatoes, garlic, and salsa
Bullets out the llama, the top is usually copper
You judgin' my persona, your honor, this is karma
Put an end to your saga with revolvers
McDonald's and Burger King guns and Big Mac and a Whopper
Eat your bodyguard, Kevin Costner, Jeffrey Dahmer
Old school, leather bomber, heavy armor
Damn, they love when I was flowin' on the stoop
But hated on me when I started flowin' in the booth
You a contradiction and they know you was a fluke
So they said, "That's the same nigga you told us was the truth"
You a lame, I know you wouldn't shoot
You make me wanna take your chain off
Your neck and throw it on the roof
A spark to a flame, a flame to a fire
A fire to a blaze, I'm burnin' all you liars
I'm the bad guy in the movie that keep comin' back
The kid that can't die no matter where I get clapped
I never back down from no man
And, mami, when you go down, don't use no hands
Look, my semi-automatic fully loaded
Empty in the informant's face then reload it
Shorty can't give me head if she ain't gon' deep throat it
I'm the realest rapper to ever touch the mic and the streets know it
I break a DJ arm if he don't play my shit
I'm the kid when you was young your moms didn't want you to play with
They used to call me mischievous
I never was a follower, I'm the example of what a leader is