Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hey Hey Hey (x3)

[Verse 1]
There ain't never been a question on who runnin' the streets
On second guessin' my profession is like nothin' to me
Don't learn a lesson out here flexin' they get bust in the streets
I told 'em chrome, Smith and Wesson right up under the seats
Ay listen close gotta tote, give a fuck if you see
If you don't wanna die tonight stop fuckin' wit me
Ay I'm intelligent and hella rich and plus I'm a G
So I can sell a brick and sell a bitch to [rush you wit me]?
They call me T.I.P. way off in the chain
Spit a verse, throw you n***as way off of your game
In my opinion, bein' lame it should cost you your fame
In all the hatin' on my name burn it off wit' the flame
I'm grippin' new wood grain and the C-L-C's
If I ride through the city on some D-L shit
N***as say they sell brick that's what we sell bitch
Think I'm lyin' ask anybody in A-T-L bitch

[Hook]
Ay in this shit I'm the one, competition is none
Start hatin' on my n***as, boy you n***as is done
Start sprayin' at you n***as, bet you n***as will run
Start callin' on the phone for some n***as to come
They be like I don't think he got none, I don't think he got none
When the n***a say he runnin, I don't think he got none
They be like I don't think he got none, I don't think he got none
When the n***a say he runnin, I don't think he got none
[Verse 2]
Know n***as hate to hear me say it, but they know I'm a king
I'm in the roads gettin' choked by the whore of your dreams
Ass swole, pretty toes keep a whore on the scene
And they be rollin' off the chain [whore by four of the things]?
I eat the pussy for an hour, waitin' on the cream
And stuff the pussy fill wit' pine to get that blow on the scene
She can damage your self-esteem till that whore on some 'premes
She gonna talk to you like you great till you show her some things
You see me ridin' with a lean, with Big Kuntry King
C-Rod, Mac and D.P. and all the rest of the kings
I was raised by the greatest gangstas the city has seen
When I talk to you and your partners, nothin' comes in between
Bring all the n***as you can bring, n***a do what you do
But I guarantee the P$C will be shootin' at you
And we got choppers and if you smart, you'd be shootin them too
No coppin' deuces callin' it off, I'm refusin' the truth

[Hook]