[Intro]
Ay, Drama
This your motherfucking homie, Plies, dog
The media and everybody in the motherfucking industry talking about me right now, big homie
Drama found me, n***a
So that means they have to motherfucking pay for this here, homie
Ay, Drama, let me talk to these pussy ass n***as real quick
And I need all the real n***as to excuse me for a minute, dog

[Verse]
Name all in the streets, face all over the news
I'm laughing at all you fuck n***as who thought I was through
I don't know if you pussies understand what money can do
I raise my right hand to da streets and swear to tell the truth
If I ever go commercial, want the streets to cut me loose
They say I don't look worried, that's what I pay lawyers to do
Newspapers say I'm heartless, cracker, it might be true
I don't think you understand what the fuck I've been through
Done had bigger problems than this in one swoop
Them n***as that hate me now loved me before I blew
Fuck n***as want me off the streets, real n***as want me in the booth
Projected to sell a mill, situation done grew
Done upped the stakes on you pussies, I'ma sell two
To all the goons around the world, n***a, I salute
The first rap n***a to ever do a prison tour
I'm a hood legend, n***a, I shake more hands than the preacher
N***as in prison love me, I'm the only one can reach them
You wanna know who running the streets? N***a, ask the promoters
Them n***as that book you, they crying when your show is over
Them n***as that book me, gon' buy them a whip when it's over
You can't go and copy me, n***a, it's just too hard
Just like trying to tell my grandma it ain't a God
I run these motherfucking streets, n***a, I'm in charge
And one of these n***as play with me, you better bless them, Lord
Never seen one business filled with so many pussies
Where n***as sit around all day and gossip like some bitches
You don't even know that man, but you ain't even in his position
A diss record mean he only begging for attention
He's just a fuck n***a, he don't know no better, God, forgive him
So if you love him, you better calm him down before I kill him
'Cause I don't sell lies and I don't drink Cris
And I don't free promote, so cut the check, bitch
I credit my success to the fuck n***as who snitched on my brother
If it wasn't for you soft ass n***as, I wouldn't be rapping, motherfucker
They say that shit that don't kill you in this world will make you tougher
We took a Federal situation and created a monster
You ever been at one of my shows? It's like choir rehearsal
Two-thousand motherfucking real n***as reciting my verses
All in one room, n***a, I'm having thug service
I look at this shit like a pastor, you look at it like I'm working