when I'm gone I just want you to remember the godd// with nicks the size of playstation memory cards// and this industry wouldn't be nuthin without me// I don't know what it is it's just somethin about me// hypnotiq come round watch shit get thicka// and I'll still blow a pound wit some bitches and liquor// and I know the feds flickin them pictures// that's why I hit the garage, switch cars and come out in a pickup// you should see me when I'm pickin ya chick up I don't slip up// bounce the X5 like I'm drivin wit the hickups// damn I had the nerve to go and GUCCI the seats// and I keep my block flooded like a movie release// what ya'll go to the dealer what I go to the jeweler// everybody got a HAS that's why I rock a Frank Mueler// ice in the leather band dice in my better hand 4,5,6 is the numbas I roll// Varce' and cranberry with my gun on tha whoa// back to the club she can get the gat in the club// don't nobody act funny when I'm buyin the bar// and you ain't got to have money I'll still buy you a scar// I got to jail whoever runnin my block probably playin me in they walkman wit a blunt and a bop// and my nickname is hundreds or rocks round my neck on my arms, in the bank locked up in the box