i m just a drop top flippin flippin fifth of yak sippin sippin don t practice going in the strip clubs tippin mjg ah p i m p ah fuck a blind date oh no i got to see her the new millennium poet forever show it can t blow it if you reap it you sow it i pay my dues and it s the rules that i play by carry the team like i m a i i used to cook rocks and hit the block and gun in the bushes and money in my sock shit i had hoes way before i was nationally famous i was in the hood strapped up good watchin my anus i m a target splitter the world strongest man hardest hitter even though you hate i still elevate regardless nigga step to us boy look what you done started and we don t even care that your arsenal be the largest when it s on it s on it s on it s on when it s on you better get your shit and be gone when it s on it s on it s on it s on when it s on you better get your shit and be gone when it s on it s on it s on it s on when it s on you better get your shit and be gone when it s on it s on it s on it s on when it s on you better get your shit and be gone look you niggas play too much mayne you need to pump yo brakes keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes right in my face caught a case tryin to defend my space dodging snitches police niggas jumping state to state what kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody the kind of nigga that s gone end up being a dead body yo wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol daddy they found his headless body tied up in a dark alley it s cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul for bricks or snow niggas will fuck you like a dirty ho kick yo door and put and your babies on the floor see you in public fuck who with you let the thang go a nigga tell you don t let business turn personal fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin you niggas out here hurtin fool nothing is for free mayne fuckin with the game that s how that shit be mayne  i was torn this bitch came from the streets i was born pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn i don t go around poppin shit wit niggas who talkin them niggas ain t talkin no more closed coffin not often do you see a nigga loyal as i like that boy from bed stuy nigga ready to die for my bread and them niggas that considered me family hold it down mayne i got you til we up there wit granny cause as soon as i start writing i start going through physical deeper into my spiritual i m so fuckin lyrical mjg the realest the truth the definition just call me the competition i m still stomping and pimpin i m still working with diddy still fuck wit the hood i got the key to the city the streets is all good my leather is all wood my gun is still secluded i m still hoping and praying to god i don t use it 