You can try throw salt, but I keep my game face on and only thing on your mind is stakin' more digits then a telephone. Me and 39 Thievez jump'n out of white Hummer from Compton. While your crew get dumber and dumber. Grew up straight out of low cash like CB-4. Now I got dough & you got one night stands like HBO. See on the low it's all gravy. But the predator's new world order is about to drive me crazy. And all you want is the Lex, stripes, and a gold Visa, bomb singles and stacking your chips like pringles. While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques. Quicker than one time jack moves. I twist sacks and sip yak. Plus the invisible man got my back like a spine. So why you all up in mine. Keep the money and the fame 'cause all I really want to hold is my artistic freedom and control of my soul.
Ain't no tellin, most women is still waiting and most of most of my homies is-exfelons (Convicts). In two decades rap went from planet rock to crack rock now everybodys got a glock. And it don't stop. Till another brother drops that's why I poured out a lil drink for the homie Pac. Theirs a line between love and hate. A million dollars in the bank and you still can't escape. It's a small world after all. You're claustrophobic, you can't breathe. So slow your roll like Christopher Reeves. Its the hater in you that make your criticize me. 'Cause if you handled your business than your ass would see 1997 is still crack'n. and I'm a get the ladies out of their seats like this was a car jack'n. They said a game is to be sold not told. You can keep your bank roll. I want control of my soul.
My jaws filp across 16 bars like Dominique Dawes, but without no flaws. Never broke an MC Law. See I would serve wack rappers after school when Bruce Lee was scrapp'n with Kareem Abdul. You got empty triple beams and guns you ain't gonna shoot. I've seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit or the same pair of locs, that's probably why your broke. And your back stage and your ghetto pass got revoked. Scapp'n or rapp'n what you want to happen if I ever come up short you're the first one I'm jack'n. There's theivz in the area like air craft carries launching F-15 and anti air craft machine. Michropone. Sittin on my vocal throne. Sendin buster, to the crossroads like Thuggish-Ruggish-Bone. It's the C.O.O.L.I.O.well I , wont fold til I'm control'n my soul