Hey Hey Hey!

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya nig*az aint loyal you nig*az aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bi*ch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthaf*ckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll nig*az can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bi*ch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya nig*az aint loyal you nig*az aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bi*ch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya nig*az aint loyal you nig*az aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bi*ch

[Verse Two]
Now all the bi*ches got me strollin wit my di*k in my hand
And these nig*az got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bi*ch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with nig*az I dont love neither bi*ches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bi*ches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a f*ck boy. Fuck Boy!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm a muthaf*ckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya a*s son
The tech heat ya a*s son put ya f*ckin chest beneath ya a*s son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya a*s son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got nig*az in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My nig*az call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

[Chorus - 2X]

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhf*ckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...