I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em

Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em

Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say

Disconnected from the streets forever

As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva

I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me lately

and the bitches that wanna break me

Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash

Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G.

started from that S.O.B., D.R.E.

Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin

Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin

Put the flame to the killer nigga

Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real

I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches

See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures

I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's

Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal

Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos

Niggas play this in their Rovers Jeeps and Regals

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes Jeeps and Geos I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie

Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies

Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at?

That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that

Rat-ta-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming*}

{*more screaming as tires peel out*}

I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys

You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise

Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized

The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys

tryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out

I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way

hit when the guards look the other way

We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre

You playin games, I suggest you know the rules

We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels

Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos

Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't f**k wit crews

that's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit

I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherf**ker

(Dedicated to all of those with big ego's

Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal

Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos

Niggas play this in their Rovers Jeeps and Regals)-2