like some mad motherfuckers Move at night like truckers When suckers see us, they duck us Shit, only the real can relate to things a hungry man'll, try
ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers Move at night like truckers when suckers see us, they duck us Shit, only the real can relate to the things a hungry man
like you These fakers saying that they real. but I see right through The old me, that was the realest person I knew The new me probably the realest person
She says "Goddamn" But since I'm such a good man And all the leading ladies would love to have my hand So why you treat me like a mad man? Young girl
the kinda girl that keeps a fat man well fed Left to right all night, the chick's outta sight I broke my lamp shade in half because I don't use a light Man
I'm your Testarosa. First gear Watch me go, keep 'em in fear Rumble, young man rumble Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble Gaskets crank,
wrote a song, spit a metaphor Went from amateur to entrepreneur You still don't know me, you dudes can't touch me Stab me, kill me, hug me or love me Inside I'm a person
cyphers for self in dark alleys I wreck shows lovely cause I got nine personalities I kick the real on ear woundin' tracks Your first mistake was, "Man
, 8 by 10's Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop All that, and your man is still
I wasn't even on the map 'Til all that jazz let all the cats see where I was at They downloaded all my raps, saw the shit was fat Like Fat Albert on
me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face Like Camden, that little kid from
. It's hard enough to live now, in these times of greed They say Jesus is a kind man, well, he should understand Times in this crime man, my thug nation
booty This goes out to all the girls across the world With the fat black do me baby booty backs Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah We wanna send a personal message
Award [Purple Pills starts playing], To none other than my man, Big, Proof! [Proof 1] Pssh, Damn man, My city love me, I love my city man. I feel like
go frightening bald fat Jewish guys If you don't want them having heart attacks That's more like it and I guess that concludes Our overlength adventures with the man
- at this place Seductive syringe Those old false friends - they're gone - left her alone A big car stops - an old man inside - ugly and fat "How much
I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit close my mouth then I dip See to me G is a person who understand