(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)

Now homey, he in the hood, he servin' the fiends//
Twistin' that shit, burning the trees, learning from G's//
He got a thing for that whip, that ice, that bitch//
That wimp, those lies, that snitch, he focused to win//
He feed those who are hopless and thin//
Gettin' money, gettin' loafers so clean and chauffuers that grin//
In the Range Rovers with spin, and his rope is so grim//
Like pyro's playin' with legos, he got blocks on fire//
Paying off the D's, cops get hired, his shops get wired//
Keep switchin' rides when the drops get tired//
He got a hustle which withstands knocks that're dire//
He's determined, and paving his path and trail//
Ready for the come up, savin' his cash for bail//
He got brave with bags of shells, now cravin' to grab a tail//
But money's number one, so he's shaving the crack and scales//
Slavin' to attract the frails//

(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)

Hood talkin' they say he about trafficking drugs//
They say you can't see him if you lackin' the funds//
They say he'll have you in the corner, or backin' the clubs//
Crack or X, you'll still dabble with thugs//
Packin' in snubs, they say he got you if you get shackled with cuffs//
They say he's young but wise and smart, surprise and spark//
They say he's got the purest shit, pies aren't dark//
They say he'll only fuck with guys that's hard//
So I says, "aight, my resume's my street cred"//
"My hunger shows these days, I need bread"//
"My way is to heat lead, wanna-be soldier's? I'll blaze the weak dead"//
I said, "I done did stick ups hit a couple spots"//
"With a silencer, to snip and muffle shots"//
"Loaded up the clip and ruffled blocks"//
He say he ain't feelin' the hunger and clout//
Instead of wonderin' how I started thundering out//
His tounge must be exhausted, he kept runnin' his mouth//

(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)

Said he saw the bitch in me, no strength or might//
Well, he just pushed a friend to fight//
I got a C-L-I-P meant to light, the barrel's length is tight//
The hood they gassin' you, i'll vent the hype//
He ain't put me out on the street like my rent is right//
Fine, he ain't want me, he ain't had to hurt my pride//
I left the meeting wishing I got murked or died//
Question my worth I tried, now I'm ready to let the C-L-I-P squirt and slide//
I'll burn this pussy, watch this skirt get fried//
I followed him around, I know his daily routine//
Heard he gotta fresh crew, I spray the new team//
On Thursday nights he comes to see a bitch in this buildin'//
So I figured out what time she'd be sippin' his children//
Right on the couch is where he feel the clip and be killed in//
His soldiers were whipped, they was just chillin'//
So I sent my girl to distract the fools, she had 'em in the six acting cool//
Lips smacking, drooling bunch of wannabe pimps, lacking rules//
Now I got thoughts of hittin' them, switch ta snatching jewels//
But kept the goal in sight, plus that white gold ain't tight//
Slipped past the door to the lobby, i'm a put the four to his body//
Show him the shotty, went up the elevator reached the room//
Their sexual speech did bloom, maids gonna need gallons to bleach that nigga's tomb//
I'ma leave blood all over son, both of them each get wombed//
I pulled over the hoody to cover my face, shower the strays//
Kicked open the door, fuck pickin' it, I don't bother the maze//
Fuck sayin' anything, don't bother a phrase//
(sniff sniff) Weed smoke, guess they smotherin' the haze//
He was right on the couch, and she was on top//
Couldn't see a lot, the hoody was thick, I sent off a shot//
She got hit, then I emptied the C-L-I-P, trick was the first to drop//
He went for his gat, but the hollows blasted his chance//
Guess there never was a bitch stashed in my stance//
Couldn't take my eyes off the girl though, she looked familiar//
Curiousity grew, so I took off the mask and then glanced//
Cleaned the blood off her face, SHIT that's my sister//
FUCK!! Now I'm wishing I never had a C-L-I-P, I miss her//

(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)