aiyyo check this verse out
are you a gun busting nigga?
are you a bitch baggin nigga?
you got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your rolly on
not just any rolly but you bought the most expensive one. hey take ya car keys to ya class e
big body be for your cd- i mean
for ya t.v in ya head beats
runnin round talking bout the shit that you be talking bout
how you the drug game sold up and locked down
john gotti got life and i'm sure he never told nobody
boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it
you shouldn't be shouting out them bodies you buried
nine millimeters and techs and them ak47's
illegal weapons you talking bout you snucked in the club
tell me why you rappers steady getting robbed
i got two more verses for you
this ain't just to an individual person
these questions here for all of ya
i can write a song without ice
can you mutha fuckas do dat?
i can blaze a track without bustin a gat at a cat
can you mutha fuckas do dat?
yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
when the radios in the club get to pumpin this
and they start to finding out what what rappin really is
now that you know what the song's about
yall probably cussin me out
you gonna listen to it anyhow
lets talk about somebody like eskimo
rentin they jewelry from jacob and don't think we know
you got a platinum piece but your chain is plain white gold
after the video it got to go back to the store
talkin bout some shit you don't own
oughta be ashamed of yourself
don't they call that frontin
nor can you spin like puff
and got a cash money deal
so what's your big willy talk for?
then you start rhyming and i get sleepy
cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about
yeah that's crazy and you think about it baby
only thing that changed in yo rhyme was ya date 2000"