AK-47

Uh, lights low (Cookin' Soul) But I stay high Yeah, look, look, look It's ten racks on my neck and 20 more on my brodie shit I'm self-made, ain't no nigga ever throw me shit Beside my enemies, I'm watchin' who I'm rollin' with That .40 on me like a fuckin' Motorola clip Shit, I feel like a million when I'm four-wheelin' A 745 parked in front of your building Designer jeans, Gucci Locs, I'ma go kill it I got a kilo on my neck, I'm a go-getter See, what you lookin' at now, that's my old vision Chess move, my next move to get more bidness Promise, I'll be on my tip 'til my toes give in I'ma always shine, I'd never let my glow blemish I hear 'em talkin' but fuck what them niggas say 'Cause real niggas know a real nigga demonstrate And real niggas know it's real 'cause I illustrate The feelin' of a young hood nigga when he gettin' cake Hussle The feelin' of a young hood nigga The feelin' of- Get-gettin' cake Hoo-hood nigga gettin' cake, get-gettin' cake The feelin' of get-get-getting cake One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around One motherfucker (Blanc, what up, my nigga?) One motherfucker, fuck, fuck (yeah) Buckin' niggas if they fuck, fuck around (Mistah F.A.B.) I came up wearin' the same stuff Who ever thought I'd push the Rolls, Lexus, and Range truck Shine hard 'til the rain come And when my mama died, shit left my brain numb (fucked up) A young nigga from the crack to the curb When this young nigga's black, sellin' crack's to the birds Hopped in this music with his rap and his word If this music shit fails, then I'm back to the curb Hustle hard like my nigga Nip Whether you a Blood or a Crip nigga, thug or a pimp I was raised in the block where the shit gets thick Where you're trained just to hit like a Rott or a Pit My daddy died, so 'Pac was my father figure A attitude, didn't wanna be bothered, nigga And grew up, thug niggas was my role models At the house parties, drunk off a whole bottle The feelin' of a young hood nigga The feelin' of a young, gettin' cake Hoo-hood, gettin', gettin' cake The feelin' of get-get-getting cake One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around One motherfucker buckin' niggas if they fuck Fuck, fuck, fu-fuck around (yeah) You think I'm playin' when I say I got a fully auto? (nah) Money, guns, drugs is my fuckin' motto (yeah) And my bitch is a model She don't say shit 'cause the bitch Italiano And I'm a fuckin' capo (yeah) Yeah, a real desperado Let's say a half-hour, meet at McDonald's Bring 50 stacks in all crispy hundos What, we got a problem? Even my bitch be white girl mobbin' Nah, I'm lyin', she be actin' all lady-like But you's a fag, get in free on ladies' night (you bitch) Oh, I get it, I'm crazy, right? Some sorta wanna be Slim Shady type I'm a drug addict, with a gun habit I mean a gun addict, with a drug habit The feelin' of a young hood nigga The feelin' of- Get-gettin' cake Hoo-hood nigga, gettin' cake, get-gettin' cake The feelin' of get-get-getting cake One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around One motherfucker One motherfucker, fuck, fuck Buckin' niggas if they fuck, fuck around