text: Well it is I, the pimp player 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
  And bury amps that pops my trunk swift
  Ive been a player since the age of two
  Thats when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk
  Do how them hustlers do
  See born and raised as a pimp, thats what I claim to be
  Always claiming true to what I do and then fuck what I see
  I pledge allegiance to the streets, thats where I growed up
  And make my money cause my daddy never showed up
  But fuck it, Im on my own, Im in my zone
  Aint nothing wrong, you dont belong, you left me standing alone
  Yeah, Im the nigga with the feather in my hat
  Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
  But you aint know Im the one dipping and dodging bullets
  The price you pay when you behind it steady trying 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, eating watermelon
  To drug dealer, armed robber, now convicted felon
  I wonder how you would be actin if you was in my shoes
  I put in work and did the dirt, thats how I paid my dues
  Uh, 1-2-3, thats how it be
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me
  I wonder how you would be actin if you was in my shoes
  I put in work and did the dirt, thats how I paid my dues
  Uh, 1-2-3, thats how it be
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me
  Our heavenly Father, why do you even bother watching over me?
  Growing up a little G, my mama thought Id grow to be
  A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like coming harder
  Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
  This aint no secret garden, so you flower niggas flee
  If it is one of my own, Im letting the trigger be
  Cause I got love for any nigga who got love for me
  And then I get a slap or dap from niggas slinging quarter keys
  Just trying to make it, then of age, come through, take it
  I aint forgot about yall women who be working Nikkis butt naked
  At Magic City, shaking titties just to pay the rent
  Lord, trying to hustle must be something that was heaven sent
  But I aint got no sense, thats what I got them thinking
  I think about Barack, strap myself and keep on danking
  Cause I be taking the rough side of the mountain
  If you cross my path, Ill leave you draining like a fountain
  Yes its been like that since way back, in 1975
  Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
  So little batty bwoy better say your prayers
  You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya
  I wonder how you would be actin if you was in my shoes
  I put in work and did the dirt, thats how I paid my dues
  Uh, 1-2-3, thats how it be
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me
  I wonder how you would be actin if you was in my shoes
  I put in work and did the dirt, thats how I paid my dues
  Uh, 1-2-3, thats how it be
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me
  I wonder how you would be actin if you was in my shoes
  I put in work and did the dirt, thats how I payed my dues
  Uh, 1-2-3, thats how it be
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me
  I wonder how you would be actin if you was in my shoes
  I put in work and did the dirt, thats how I payed my dues
  Uh, 1-2-3, thats how it be
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me
  What yall fuck niggas know about that?
  OutKast, Goodie Mob, P.A
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me
  Yeah, its K-Axe, here to let yall know
  Aint shit changed, just a couple of more names
  Yeah, thats right
  Organized Noize, JOI, Big Gipp, Big Rube
  CeeLo, Goodie Mob, P.A., and the muthafuckin OutKast
  Thats right, nigga, we taking that bullshit no mo in 94
  Shit
  I wonder how you would be actin if you was in my shoes
  So all the real niggas step up like the playas thats in back of me