[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I'm in the lab with the gang, pouring 8's up
I'm sick and tired of all these n***as wearing fake buffs
I told Danny hit my line for a shape up
I'm my own boss, I ain't never took a pay cut
Oh you got a thousand grams of [?] n***a, say what?
I got a hundred grams of hard, I just made up
We gon' take this shit over ten, fuck the K up
Shoot [?] for a lay up
I got some [?] on me, told you I need [?]
Lil bro got boles for 23 like he [?]
And I got some hoes selling weed like it's Avon
My young dawg all about his green like [?]
22 hoes came [?] me, I feel like [?]
[?] if you want my bitch, you gotta take mine
[?] step on this brick at least eight times
We only selling 20 rocks or better, I hate dimes[?]

[Verse 2 ?]
Married to the game, I ain't never wore a tux
My fiend came to the spot with like eight bucks
Last 30 minutes, we done smoked eight blunts
Making love to this bitch, but it's really lust
I got a play for eight hundred, so I'm in a rush
I got a [?] high tech in a small crush
And I got a pint of high tech that I [?] up
[?] in the kitchen, doing a cook up
He said he got a 60 inch, I told him pull up
He don't know he getting a [?] when he pull up
My fiend got [?] high tech, I told him pull up
I'm a punch him dead in his shit, if it ain't [?]
My fiend J.B. got [?]
I told him cut the grass Friday, I don't think he did
This n***a call me with some [?] but I don't think they his
Told him [?] pull up at my crib