So What U Sayin'

MJ fucking G, and I'll still be your fucking victim

Snipped 'em, thangs into the air and then I picked them

Punks who thought that they could catch me on the creep tip

Three slipped quickly when I unloaded my nine clip

As I tipped slowly to my motherfucking Lexus, next is

Trouble for a nigga down in Texas, check this

Police pull me over on the highway, why they

Jacked me up, I don't know, so I act and I stay

Heartless towards the motherfucking system, kicked 'em

Devils out the office, then I tricked them suckers

Crackers must have thought I was a cookie, rookie

Cop got dropped when he took the notion

That he could fuck with me, it was a dream, a pump up

Something in his head made him run up, son of

A Klans member, really got me fucked up, plus us

Black folks ain't going for their tough stuff, nigga

So what you saying?

Money (Oh, so much money)

And bitches (And bitches, baby)

Candy paint (Candy paint)

And switches (Switches, baby)

Top let down (Ooh)

And I'm sky high (And I'm sky high, baby)

So what you saying, nigga?

I'ma get by

Hell yeah, a real nigga straight from the streets of the Mound

With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown

And I must pack the fat bud sack

And my gat for the niggas who don't know how to act

Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the '94

Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go

Cops try to treat me just like Rodney

Pull a nigga over, but they did not see the Uzi

What must I do? Should I blast on the 5-0?

Then I'll be another black man on death row

Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness

God will forgive me, but crackers won't forgive this

Black nigga taught to kill by the white man

Television got me wanting to live like the white man

So I take a look around my neighborhood

Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every fucking block

Money (Oh, so much money)

And bitches (Plenty of bitches)

Candy paint (Look at my paint job)

And switches (Switches)

Top let down (Ooh)

And I'm sky high (So high, so high, baby)

So what you saying, nigga? (Oh)

I'ma get by (Get by)

Yes, I'm a thug with the mind of a pimp, plus the heart of a hustler

Trust a dollar and my mama, fuck a buster

Must a sucker get annoyed in my presence?

Hell yeah, bitch, I got that thug type of essence

Plus I underestimate just how rough I get hit

When I'm mixed up in all type of shit

I'm a community outcast, and I'm causing lots of trouble

So call the fucking folks on the double

But a couple of badge wearing bitches ain't gon' stop me

Drop the bombs on your motherfucking ass when I pop the

Pins out the 26 grenades and spray

Your ass in the past when you play

Yourself trying to level with a giant, a chief

Constantly chiefing hay, AKA posing reefer

Teach an older bitch a newer trick and keep her

Hustle on my mind all the time, nigga

So what you saying?

Money (Money, baby)

And bitches (Oh, and bitches)

Candy paint (Candy paint)

And switches (Oh, and switches)

Top let down (Ooh)

And I'm sky high (So high, so high)

So what you saying, nigga? (So high, so high, baby)

I'ma get by (Get by, baby)

8Ball and MJG on this funky, funky wreck

Mark ass niggas get checked when they disrespect

Pimping at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee

Busta motherfuckers need to open their eyes and look at the

World as I see it, but to me, a nigga never will

Comprehend to the message that I send, which is real

Niggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D

We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate

Real niggas have to carry gats when it's necessary

Player haters planning to jack me, I have to wet you

Bet you rappers who be talking all that tough shit

Front them hoes like men and watch them fold like a punk bitch

Weak ass niggas get brave in the studio

Fucking around with me, I'm gonna put you in a grave, ho

Pray no nigga wants to step to this mack pimping-ness

The South Klique, so what you saying, bitch?

Money (Money, money, money)

And bitches (Oh, and bitches)

Candy paint (Oh, I love my paint job)

And switches (Oh, and switches)

Top let down (Ooh)

And I'm sky high (So high, so high)

So what you saying, nigga? (Ooh)

I'ma get by (I'ma get by)

Ooh, I've got so much money

Hey, baby