F**k all the glamours and glitz I plan to get rich

I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks

And I'm all about expanding my chips

You mad cause I was in the van with your b***h

With both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne that you know in your heart

I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp

A while back I used to hustle selling blow in the park

Counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark

Forever hottie hunting trigger temper I'm quick to body something

You looking at me like I'm probably fronting

I f**k around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm older and smarter this is me at my best

I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you

Be praying on my downfall hoping I flop

Hoping I stop you probably even hope I get locked

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock

I got more riches than you f**k more bitches than you

Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you

F**king punk you ain't a leader what nobody followed you

You was never shit your mother should have swallowed you

You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit

Do me a favor; please get off the next man d**k

And if you think I can't f**k with whoever put your money up

Put your jewels up no f**k it put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up n***a or shut your mouth up

Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

Turn your tux red I'm far from broke got enough bread

And mad hoes ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead

My game is vicious and cruel

F**king chicks is a rule

If my girl think I'm loyal then that b***h is a fool

How come you can listen to my first album

And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from

So what you acting for

You ain't half as raw you need to practice more

Somebody tell this n***a something before I crack his jaw

You running with boys I'm running with men 108801,-569)

I'm a be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten

Have y'all niggas like "damn it this n***a done done it again"

I throw slugs at idiots no love for city cops

I sport a pretty watch eight-hundred and fifty rocks

I'm making wonderful figures

I don't f**k with none of you niggas

I might pull out this gun on your niggas

And rob every last one of you niggas