Intro (From the Bottom to the Top)

[Intro] Ay, Drama This your motherfucking homie, Plies, dog The media and everybody in the motherfucking industry talking about me right now, big homie Drama found me, nigga So that means they have to motherfucking pay for this here, homie Ay, Drama, let me talk to these pussy ass niggas real quick And I need all the real niggas to excuse me for a minute, dog [Verse] Name all in the streets, face all over the news I'm laughing at all you fuck niggas who thought I was through I don't know if you pussies understand what money can do I raise my right hand to da streets and swear to tell the truth If I ever go commercial, want the streets to cut me loose They say I don't look worried, that's what I pay lawyers to do Newspapers say I'm heartless, cracker, it might be true I don't think you understand what the fuck I've been through Done had bigger problems than this in one swoop Them niggas that hate me now loved me before I blew Fuck niggas want me off the streets, real niggas want me in the booth Projected to sell a mill, situation done grew Done upped the stakes on you pussies, I'ma sell two To all the goons around the world, nigga, I salute The first rap nigga to ever do a prison tour I'm a hood legend, nigga, I shake more hands than the preacher Niggas in prison love me, I'm the only one can reach them You wanna know who running the streets? Nigga, ask the promoters Them niggas that book you, they crying when your show is over Them niggas that book me, gon' buy them a whip when it's over You can't go and copy me, nigga, it's just too hard Just like trying to tell my grandma it ain't a God I run these motherfucking streets, nigga, I'm in charge And one of these niggas play with me, you better bless them, Lord Never seen one business filled with so many pussies Where niggas sit around all day and gossip like some bitches You don't even know that man, but you ain't even in his position A diss record mean he only begging for attention He's just a fuck nigga, he don't know no better, God, forgive him So if you love him, you better calm him down before I kill him 'Cause I don't sell lies and I don't drink Cris And I don't free promote, so cut the check, bitch I credit my success to the fuck niggas who snitched on my brother If it wasn't for you soft ass niggas, I wouldn't be rapping, motherfucker They say that shit that don't kill you in this world will make you tougher We took a Federal situation and created a monster You ever been at one of my shows? It's like choir rehearsal Two-thousand motherfucking real niggas reciting my verses All in one room, nigga, I'm having thug service I look at this shit like a pastor, you look at it like I'm working