Look Pimpin!

You see my swag
 Now you wanna come and give me all this drag?
 I think you better fight back
 Because my hand is itchin' to give you a smack
 What's your name again, Jack?
 It's the end of the road, there ain't no turnin' back
 Don't let the fly face fool ya
 Matter 'fact, it's 'bout time that I school ya

 Don't worry I'm not in a hurry
 I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
 little birdie chirped of your flurry
 Now I must nip it, or better yet, bury
 Your entity, look at me while I'm talkin'
 I heard you was lurkinn', or was it even stalkin'
 My program thinkin' you the man in the place
 Now it's 'bout time you get a hand to the face

 Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin'
 In a minute you gonna be layin'
 On the ground I ain't messin' around
 My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2)

 Brim tilted, coat quilted
 Fresh to death, literally I do kill it
 Blood spilleth in this game of death
 Yeah, you hear the announcer, but ain't no ref'
 I just kept hearin' your name too much
 That's it! Now I just came to touch
 Your backbone with a boot, a cane to the tooth
 It don't take much, now ain't dat the troof?

 My boo got a thang for you
 She really likes money, but the pain will do
 You can't hang, you a featherweight
 I can't believe that you made it this far, it'll never take
 lotta work to make you levitate
 I strike first! Don't hesitate
 To populate the murder rate!
 You just sealed your fate
 On the holidays that'll be one less plate

 Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin'
 In a minute you gonna be layin'
 On the ground I ain't messin' around
 My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2)

 You see my swag
 Now you wanna come and give me all this drag?
 I think you better fight back
 Because my hand is itchin' to give you a smack
 What's your name again, Jack?
 It's the end of the road, there ain't no turnin' back
 Don't let the fly face fool ya
 Matter 'fact, it's 'bout time that I school ya

 Don't worry I'm not in a hurry
 I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
 little birdie chirped of your flurry
 Now I must nip it, or better yet, bury
 Your entity, look at me while I'm talkin'
 I heard you was lurkinn', or was it even stalkin'
 My program thinkin' you the man in the place
 Now it's 'bout time you get a hand to the face

 Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin'
 In a minute you gonna be layin'
 On the ground I ain't messin' around
 My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2)

 [Thanks to Daniel Germani for lyrics]