| They say pimpin' ain’t easy | 
| And nigga, they ain’t never lie | 
| We ride back to back thru the track that on suicide | 
| Watch me glide on twenties, get money | 
| Smokin' backwoods on pills, breakin' bitches at will | 
| 'Cause it’s pimpin' | 
| On professional women limpin' up and down the block | 
| I’m slangin' rocks, I’m slangin' cock | 
| Pimp or die, nigga, I’m so fly, a square is what I’m not | 
| I’m Lil Bruce, baby, I come from the V | 
| The home of Ike Turner, Rose Budd, and MD | 
| You think I’m carin' about sharin' on snatch | 
| And I’m runnin' scams to get my hands on scratch | 
| Understand that | 
| Woman romance without finance to me | 
| Stands no chance with no man of my pedigree | 
| Call my hoggish if you would | 
| Shoulda been a part of Sick Wid It Records | 
| Wit a pig on my necklace | 
| Would you dig my possessions since the air is my gift | 
| Or should it matter if it’s turf shit burnt for chips | 
| Nigga, we hurt shit, that way since birth with it | 
| As for this gift to gab shit, mayne, we cursed with it | 
| As far as dirt, we did it | 
| So, nigga, name it, I done it | 
| And love to hit it while she on her stomach | 
| Money and hundreds | 
| I’m from the V-A double L E-J-O | 
| Where sellin' narcotics is all I know | 
| I’m from the valley where Sally sellin' dank, biiitch | 
| What it is, what it is, what it is | 
| (Mac Dre: I’m from the V-A double L E-J-O) | 
| (B-Legit: Where sellin' narcotics is all I know) | 
| I boss up, never fuck, it’s red lights on a toss up | 
| Untangle where we crossed up | 
| It’s big shit, V-town affiliates | 
| Watch us rip shit, the gangster or the pimp shit | 
| No simp shit, bitch, my mug stay mean | 
| Out the ricks wit' kicks and gun machines | 
| You know the green, the thing we was dying to get | 
| Is the reason why my niggas came so damn sick | 
| And when I represent, bitch, I put it on dubs | 
| Park it by the club and let the rat heads rub | 
| I’m out to get the cheddar | 
| If she fight, nigga, let her | 
| It don’t matter, I stay fatter | 
| It don’t matter, long as my pockets get fatter | 
| I don’t give a fuck if civilians got scatter | 
| I’m the last batter, better hit a home run | 
| When I stick my dick in I watch how fast she cum | 
| Up the block sideways when I shift I chirp quick | 
| And after that first dick, I’m all in your purse, bitch | 
| Mac Drizzay, off the hizzle | 
| Goin' off Hennesizay and a half a thizzle | 
| Romper Roomin', no cartoonin' | 
| Makin' the scrill, keepin' it real | 
| Bitch, you know what I’m doin' |