tell me who mack as calm as the dapper don juan doin it half as long but I'm past ya gone/
so lets talk money, chopped up or straight up block money, dot ya knot money, get you a shot-up-spot MONEY!/
who ran wit it?...and who get COOKIN the way deuce does...a few but not when you aint lookin/
so step to the mayor, I'll tax ya skills, this aint a crackhead cookout but I'ma smash yo "grill"/
I can slap ya man's, backhands like " yo you see this guy"?, dont fuck wit brim, couldnt get him wit CSI/
just check ya story, money, ya might need plans when I scoup ya fuckin bitch like the ice-cream man/
show her my suck tactics then she give "love" upon my fuck racket, bangin her out on your couch because she nut faster/
look pussies, I'm not in the mood to be dealin wit fake-ass-rappers thats not even dudes/
thats not even cool, try'na fight me sayin I'm frail and drastic...your bitches, I cant hit you, I'd go to jail for that shit/
just lock up ya doors in fact drop ya drawers, I'ma show you rap pussies what you got one for/