| Hate it or love it. |
| Don’t like that I’m getting this money |
| Don’t like that I’m back with the DTP family. Luda, what up? |
| Y’all can suck a dick, though |
| This your boy, Ching-a-ling |
| St. Louis to Atlanta, Atlanta to New York, New York to Cali. Worldwide! |
| You heard! Let’s go.] |
| I know you cowards heard of me |
| You probably want to murder me |
| Ya hustlers to the third degree |
| I cut you like it’s surgery |
| We hold court in the street and you committed perjury |
| Don’t be nervous, B, the ambulance can’t make this emergency |
| Urgently and purposely |
| I’m hurting the competitor who irking me is gon' be |
| Closed curtains, see |
| Blaze up the purple weed |
| The herbal trees give me the need to work a beat |
| Flow so for a hit that I deserve to be |
| Just work with me |
| Holy riders in my circle be |
| Not no rubber football but my turf with me |
| Think of jerking me |
| Out my dollar bills? |
| Beat that cat four months ago |
| And you can hear him holler still |
| Am I a G? |
| Certainly. So ain’t no murking me |
| Phony cats be perping, B |
| While y’all dames be slurping me |
| Lurking, we creep at night |
| Pop on slight and hurt the beast |
| Nobody know where you at -- |
| Tell mama to search the streets |
| Hate it or love it. |
| Direspect the clique, neglect the clique, the tec’ll spit, we wreck this shit |
| We rep the strip, y’all dudes broads — shoulda had breasts and shit |
| Confess to this, I’m the next to hit |
| Back for the first time, still rep what’s on my necklace bitch |
| Bitch! No, I can’t cry about the past |
| Left Capitol and signed with Def Jam on they ass |
| Let’s get mo' money, real fast, I’m in first, you still last |
| You the worst, I feel bad for you fags |
| I feel sad that I had to buy the new Range |
| Cause the Jag got crashed, my bad |
| I know that’s arrogant |
| But I don’t care, and shit -- |
| Shit, I got rich from saying «Right Thurr» and shit |
| Hate it or love it. |
| Is me and Luda cool? Did you and Luda feud? |
| Today’s news, I ain’t in the motherfucking mood |
| I get with dudes |
| living your |
| That’s old, this new, this any of us, you getting burned |
| In which ya' raps I ain’t concerned |
| Got a check for some mill, I signed off, so it’s confirmed |
| Eh, look, homie, wait your turn |
| I ain’t broke, nigga, look here, I’m straight as a perm |
| Hate it or love it. |
| Deserve!] |