tanks and views millionaire
cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and
crack spots
Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
Map the area I wanted to
cut the fuckin' cops a deal
If they don't kneel, They get peeled
Bitches recognize I never have no
drama with death
Bustas always try I leavin'
'em gagging spittin' up flem
Take a pen make a mil
and if this shit don't sell
I still got the street powder
back to flippin' flower
South Central nigga what?
The representer, damn your
girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter
My posse use to flip her like a quarter
To state to my man for man slaughter
Caught her in the stairway took
her out the fairway
Trunked the punk bitch
(That's fair play)
You must be crazy,
that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me
I could make a phone call
and just like that
A bunch of niggas from Oakland
all on your back
I've never been a shot caller
just a nigga in a crew
They call me Too Short but
I'm still bigger than you bitch
I been around you can take a turn
but don't get burned
I've seen the tables turn
Marks turn into killers rich
niggas go broke
Use to be a want to but now
I'm old school Short
In the game never had the
stacks since age 14
I been spittin' these raps
soakin' up the game up
And even when I came up
I fucked with same folks
Still did the same stuff
Bitch Short Dawgs in the house
I know you want my dick 'cause it's all in
your mouth
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Picture the game as a quarter toss
it up in the air (uh ha)
Heads or tails win or lose broke
niggas are players
Heads or tails win or lose broke
niggas are players
Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E.
Ra rolling with the strap on the
side of me
Partna' don't get it twisted up
I got hollow tips extended clips
Major chips lookin' at
Eclipse jacuzzi dips
Niggas step back I don't know you
Don't get to close to me
Some niggas ain't really the mother
fucker they suppose to be
Cloud killers don't aim until
you shoot in the air
Better put it down and brake some
hoes off like a true player
Phoney as three dollar bill
s niggas ain't recognizin'
Fell in the relapse besides
I'm a trauma a nigga
Look in the eyes and when you
see me I be hardcore
What the fuck a real nigga
gotta lie to kick it for?
I'm tired of these
bubblegum ass niggas
Throwin' monkey wrenches
into the game
And all the players and pimps
feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches
and keepin' presidentials
Not artificial with fishin' niggas know
I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses
Johnson jet skis
Ballin' till I die nigga don't
fuck with S.P.I.
[Chorus]