Ever since my early teens I've been a loco on these streets 'Cause gold is for 24 I go for broke on these streets My flow is a young Mike Tyson when he hit on niggas And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on niggaz No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks Either it's somethin' with the roof missin' or a hard white top Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses Even without a platinum plaque, but this ain't cappin' I'm just tellin' you what my life like, so this ain't rappin' Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right Might have to pay money to spray money 'cause money ain't right No more throwin' no bodies so I can stand on these streets I got an army behind me 'cause I'm the man on these streets That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets Here to save y'all from all this wack rap on these streets I left y'all with I'm still livin', provin' I wasn't dead If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Fliperaci But since I do business with rap a lot the feds watch me But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards, they can't stop me When I was hustlin' no police could find a rock near me Now that I ain't hustlin' they can see all of my rocks clearly B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph Known to catch you in the club free and make women wanna get closer Homie don't get it twisted 'cause you see me on a poster You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta [Incomprehensible] man on these streets I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm the man on these streets I'm a hit man, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit man After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule If she find the itch to set me up I'll hit her with the tool I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave Plus all this money I'm makin' you think I ain't tryin' to breathe Inhale, exhale now that's better Over 800,000 independent, now that's cheddar That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money
