Who R U?

They want my bidness on the front page (headlines)

I put prescription into your frames (sunshine)

I had the vision back in 12th grade (lunchtime)

That I'd be killing shit with Doc Dre (nigga, what?)

I never want it to ever be over

I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder

Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur

Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh)

Now, who are you? (who the fuck is this?)

I don't know, no

What you do?

I don't know, no

You short a few? (oh, don't make me have to lose it)

Oh, no, no, hold up

Pull my sticky out the jar, come on

Ohh savage, that's a nice get-up

International, rocking Japanese denim

Enough gas to get you above average

How many more drags do I have to puff from my cigar?

New enemies they bringing my old ways back

Back in my day, woulda' had your whole face smacked

Look at you niggas', wonder why I fucking hate rap

Oh, what make you wanna go say that? (yo!)

And I'm on another wave

And I'm fucking on suede

Niggas feeling overpaid, fuck I'm supposed to do?

Don't nobody know your name

We ain't ever seen ya face

You ain't ever gang-bang

What you tryna prove?

I never want it to ever be over

I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder

Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur

Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh)

Now, who are you?

I don't know, no

What you do?

I don't know, no

You short a few?

Oh, no, no, hold up

Pull my sticky out the jar, come on

I've been swimming through the process

And you can't see me, I'm the Loch Ness

You could proceed, but with caution

Give the proceeds to my God-kids

Old dirt on my conscience

Same nigga my pop is

Lame niggas wanna pop shit, get drop kicked by a drop kick

Why you gotta lie to me so much babe?

You told me the same shit that you told what's his name

If it don't work out I'll go back to hustlin'

Couple hundred-thousand up in my mother's name, peace

World peace, niggas talk about: Don't shoot!

Tell that to police

Scared, ain't none of them prepared, I could see

Promise I'ma get them commas before I decease

I never want it to ever be over

I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder

Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur

Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh)

Now, who are you? (who the fuck is this?)

I don't know, no

What you do?

I don't know, no

You short a few?

Oh no, no, hold up

Pull my sticky out the jar, come on

Now, who are you?

I don't know, no

What you do?

I don't know, no

You short a few?

Oh, no, no, hold up

Pull my sticky out the jar, come on

Hey, hey P, let it ride out