Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo

Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo
You niggas know what time it is
Its time for that gangsta [bad word]  [bad word] 
We aint got [bad word] to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the [bad word] niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could [bad word] around and die over Hip Hop

[Verse 1]
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill
Cuz if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka will
I went double but i still tuck the steel
Im the [bad word]  why the [bad word] you think 50 cut the deal
Rollin in a bag of when you cut the seal
When i bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I aint never had a pop. poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so i aint [bad word] They chat behind my back but they quiet when [bad word] They treat a lil [bad word] like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like i always had money
Cuz i know, they rather see my black [bad word] bummy
Aint nuthin funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gangbanger
If a [bad [bad word] on property i aint gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball
 [bad word] 
We aint got [bad word] to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the [bad word] niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could [bad word] around and die over Hip Hop

[Verse 2]
I dont follow [bad word] im gettin in here with the town
And if i dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka down [bad word] [bad word] swingin like they do in H-Town
And i roll down the window and spin ya [bad word] face around
Im a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the Hummer
Till the [bad word] dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke [bad word] cant afford to go to sleep [bad word] around and get ya head popped all over the street
And i aint got nuthin for em but the heat
My lil brother want jewelry and Jordans on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin the beat
And if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now niggas die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a [bad word] have it
So i pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea!
 [bad word] 
We aint got [bad word] to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the [bad word] niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could [bad word] around and die over Hip Hop