(Intro)

When I day play this loud at funeral
We're just outchea tryna get it nigga you should know
21 gun salute let'em niggas know the truth
If they want it then they got it aint sh*t you can do

When I day play this loud at funeral
We're just outchea tryna get it nigga you should know
21 gun salute let'em niggas know the truth
If they want it then they got it aint sh*t you can do

(Hook)

What it do, mobbin' with my crew, mobbin with my crew
What it do, mobbin with my crew ball like Jackie Moon
What it do, mobbin' with my crew, mobbin with my crew
Bitch I’m wired, betta learn ya sum, betta learn ya sum |


(Verse One)
Fck that noise, whatchu talk, boy I been real from the jump
Out da Funk, Texas born, known to get it how it comes
I don't front, I just played the cards dealt & made a way
Now I'm paid; order up 'round - call a spade a spade

Descendants of slaves in Benz’s on blades, I’m bendin’ the corner, I’m grippin’ the grain
Suckas throw shade but I can’t fadeaway: life is too good man I got no complaints!
My chick is imported, my drink is magenta; clear out my agenda for tan lines in winter
Been known I had it, aint much to consider; my only rivals the man in the mirror
Swear I’m at the top right now, top down gettin’ top from a blonde like wow
Mo’ money, mo’ power – no problem I’ll pop the pussy that play possum I’m no Robin; hit it out the park when I’m up to Batman; kid straight Lofton
C-Notes sang happy tunes; Zippity Do Dah – ballin’ Jackie Moon

(Verse Two)
Betta learn ya sum, “Mack” in my blood like I’m Bernie’s son
Birds start flockin’ when the earnings come, but a nigga been fly through turbulence
Dressed to kill homie turn him in; built to lose – I’m born to win
Aint gotta fortune but a nigga fortunate; bet I quit rap before I get bored of it
But I’m at the borderline of being glorified for all the work I put it overtime
They say you can’t choose your fate, well I’ve chosen mine: bet I’m gunnin’ for the top like I’m totin’ nines
Bang-bang, pow-wow; white chicks on my john like right now
Think I’m Marlon & Shawn like right now; aint no nigga fckn w/ my style
Cuz we done came up shawty tell me what da bizness is?!
Tried to keep us out now we mobbin’ all in this bitch
Lou CharLe$ man I’m made for this, Fresh Prince of Funk on some player shit
Chillin’ in the limelight I’m gonna savor it…