Deeper Than Rap

I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root

Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"

Pull up in a Dawes , canaries dey go on roof

Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof

Dat boy had it hard, no facade it's da truth

So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof

Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken

Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked

Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams

I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million

Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top

These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop

I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica

We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres

Martin had a dream, Bob got high

I still do both but somehow I got by

Preflo prayed, Mike Vick payed

Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight

Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write

Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light

But who really cares? You just throw it in the air

Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair

Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed

Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese

Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements

BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish

Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin

Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton

Shootin at da cops- fuck one time

I gave her to da block, I fucked one time

We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey

Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray

Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit

Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit

1996, kilos was the shit

But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin

Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned

But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin

Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets

Kept my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks

I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically

I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me

Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls

If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs

10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big

I just sit back like: Look what I did

Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness

Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business

Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant

People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk

Reincarnated, spirit of a G

Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a seat so we could eat

A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port

You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork

Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil

I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored

We steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed

And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust

I love to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent

Curtis Jackson baby mama ain't askin for a cent

Burn the house down, we gotta buy another

Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka

To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured

Caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter

Homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny

Women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money

I open up a mind by openin bank accounts

Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out

Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live

I knew it wouldn't work, but I just like to give

Used to run da street- young nigga, bare feet

Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin crab meats

Ice so right, otha rappers envy

Dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin

Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem

This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send