[Big Boi]
  Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about
  Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
  I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with
  I buy amps that pops my trunk swift
  I've been a player since the age of two
  That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk
  Do how them hoe sellers do
  See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be
  Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see
  I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
  And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
  But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
  And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone
  Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat
  Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
  But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets
  The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it
  So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
  They were my idols when I was a kid
  From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon
  To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon
  
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  I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
  I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
  Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
  So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me
  
  [Dre]
  All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me
  Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be
  A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder
  Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
  This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee
  If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be
  Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me
  And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys
  Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it
  I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz butt naked
  At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent
  Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
  But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin
  I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin
  Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
  If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain
  Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975
  Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
  So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
  You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya
  
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