[Intro]
I'm down to die on my time
It was for me, I own

Why you running yo cock sucker?
Why you running yo cock sucker?

[Lady Bee verse 1]
Lady Bee, the pimp makin cheese
Weed smoke always in the air
Why you runnin yo mouth bitch?
I bet ya ain't on welfare
Rollin 16,000, I ride clean on yo funkin ass
Bumpin Johnnie Taylor
Motor tight, 180 on the dash
Pimpin in my blood
Hollywood is what I'm claiming hoe
Seventh St, College Park, Sanders St and Tupelo
Different players from the hood
Taking no shit, we get our hustle on
Step up to this gangsta bitch
17 shot counted to yo dome

[Skinny Pimp verse 2]
Blast froggy muthafuckers
Make them hoes drop it off
Woodlawn village n***as
Knockin bitches socks off
North Memphis stickin down
Bitch we drinkin Crown and clownin
Poppin mutherfuckers for that dope
Now give it to me hoe
[Lady Bee verse 3]
Wanches hate this shit
We show no love mutherfucka

[Skinny Pimp verse 4]
We don't love you hoes
So we blast on you bustas

[Lady Bee verse 5]
Gimisum production
Let bitches know that money talk

[Skinny Pimp verse 6]
Bullshit walk by on you though
That shit goes for all y'all

[Chorus]
I'm down to die on my time
It was for me I own

Why you running yo cock sucker?
Bitch my pockets swoled up

[Skinny Pimp verse 7]
I'm a young n***a from the hood and I'm fucked up
I got a fat coat full of dope
And I'm lookin broke
The police don't expect me
Slangin 2 for 35
Junkies constantly pawnin shit for me
You see, my dope's some fire
I'm up in the kitchen
Rockin up that white stuff
Now, it's a narcotic but she swallowed this
It make your heart bust
Open up my back door, then I sat up on the porch
Place the dope up under my nuts
Junkies started to comin up
Now I got 'em piled up there
Rollin, boomin, smokin out
2 or 3 ounces, big rock shop
Leavin me so clout
I hit the Mall of Memphis every week to get a fresh suit
Frontin junkies dope the day before they get their welfare check
Shot them fuckin narcs mane
Cause they tryna make a stang
Kickin in my dope house, they didn't knock
So, fuck it, I shot that thang
Yeah
So, don't you come up with that cop shit
I shoot that th-zzz-ang at yo ass
Bitch, when I'm sweatin the track
[Chorus]
I'm down to die on my time
It was for me, I own

Why you running yo cock sucker?
Bitch my pockets swoled up