fittin to talk to me I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap) [Verse 2: Chamillionaire -
to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint a mixtape This is
doubt Then I figured out things went for twenty down south Packed up my tools saw my raw power move Black nineteen forcasted flower moves Four drunks trying to stop
can do it, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What
all niggaz wanna be pimps and players? This ain't 1997 nigga I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable Cause the game don't give a FUCK
B:] From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of 'dro and Impala bricks We grind to eat, and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks
all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker
Etho, I miss Hevo When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This
you're forced to stop breathin' on paralysis I'm cancerous cold-blooded battlest Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous You're average, no way to challenge this
time with this funk ass bitch Riding round with this drunk ass bitch Hoe let it bump [juicy j] Chicken chicken Don't be tripping When i'm bout to spit this
gone play a nigga like me Straighten that thug nigga like me And I know I shouldn't say this, but just take the dick and I slang this dick for days (ho) Try to explain this
RZA at the end] Don't like the game, nigga use your head You should be callin the shots instead The power is in your hands.. Stop all this cryin, and
backwards, Hustlin this is my year I've been in the game since '95 Bitch! I'm still here I hear the background that side talk and cheap bumpin If you