| Dream, scheme, that’s what I tell bitches | 
| These punk niggas get pressed like twelve inches | 
| I smell stenches, I been in the trenches | 
| But they’re still staring in my grill like dentures | 
| I fuck with Brotha Lynch’s and Andre Nickatina’s | 
| Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina’s | 
| I be the cleanest when I step into the arena | 
| Committing felonies, fuck some misdemeanors | 
| Have you seen her? | 
| She ran off renegadin' | 
| She tried to juice me, but ain’t no lemonadin' | 
| Or eliminating, I be the last man standing | 
| Sharp like Shannon, Rich like Gannon | 
| I’m four deep at Brandon’s, and they ain’t understanding | 
| I do a J.R. Ewing, or Knots Landing | 
| Mac Dre, I’m one nice dream | 
| And I’ll make your brain melt like ice cream | 
| I’m Livin' It, distribute it | 
| The streets are inhibited | 
| By cut throat niggas just like me that’s out there getting dividends | 
| I always feel like somebody’s watching me | 
| But ain’t no droppin' me or poppin' me or stoppin' me | 
| Got animosity | 
| For the way these notches be | 
| Constantly, jockin' me | 
| But fail to pay me properly | 
| I’m stuck up in the clouds high velocity | 
| Gone off that broccoli, and every ho that I could see | 
| I’m steady poppin' P, Its like rockin' D | 
| I put the whammy on it, nigga, now I’m clockin' G’s | 
| More than Monopoly, boy this a knockin' beat | 
| More game than Socrates, the champ boy when I compete | 
| That constant be, poppin' E, when I drop a heat | 
| It’s a knock when I drop, boy, and rock the beat | 
| I’m Livin' It, distribute it | 
| The streets are inhibited | 
| By cut throat niggas just like me that’s out there getting dividends | 
| The turntables might wobble but they won’t fall down | 
| It’s on, back hooked with Mac Mall now | 
| We stack tall now, dope as raw pile | 
| Pow, listen to that faggot scream OW | 
| We gon' leave him leaking in the middle of the aisle | 
| Now they’re wondering how to explain it to his child | 
| Drunk with a smile, while staggering | 
| Poppin' at a beezy, so I can have her in | 
| The strip club, it’s uh… nathin' | 
| Black, Caucasian, and even Asian | 
| I’m leaving taste in her mouth, blowing ace in her house | 
| To the face in her house, is you safe in her house? | 
| I’m Livin' It, distribute it | 
| The streets are inhibited | 
| By cut throat niggas just like me that’s out there getting dividends |