Fuck that club shit, they want that thug shit,
But I aint no thug bitch, and I aint no gangsta bitch,
I'm a hustla hoe, and I got no problem,
If you want it you can get it boy I'll bust ya (EEEYYYOOOOOO)
Anybody wanna test I, who, me, P - I to the motherfuckin T
Its not my fault that your bitch chose me,
Now her and her girlfriend wanna do me
This is for them boys in dem Chevy's sittin on dem King James... dem 2-3's
and if you gotta problem with me - holla at my lawyer - bitch, sue me
I'm tired of this fuck boy rap, fuck boy this, fuck boy that
Watch a couple movies and they put it in dey rhymes
Wanna-be 50's, I'm straight, you get shot 9 times (HA HA)
10 years in the game, since 9-9 I've been speakin my mind - yes sah!
and aint shit changed, and if you gotta problem, bitch cross Dade County line
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I'mma give em what they ask for
What dey want, that street talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
What dey want, that choppa talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
That track boy, jack bullshit (EEEEYYYYOOOOO)
I'mma tell ya boy, yall boys got me fucked up - yeah straight up
Better duck when them things buck - I aint Jigga but
Nigga what, nigga who, who the fuck is you?
Talkin to me like you know me - aint cho dog, aint cho buddy, aint cho homie
Nah brah, not me, and if u spit it better live it, matter fact better show me
I'mma make em say UGHHH, not even Master P cook crack like this - no no
and you aint ever seen a chico in the game this raw since Pun that can rap like this (HAHA - T.S)
I hear em in dey raps about the coke and the crack and the clip to the clack (UH-HUH)
But to me its chit-chat - BLAOW BLAOW - motherfucker take that... NOW!!
<CHORUS>
I'mma give em what they ask for
What dey want, that street talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
What dey want, that choppa talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
That track boy, jack bullshit (EEEEYYYYOOOOO)
Imma spit it, flip it, rip it for dem boys making digits off that coke when they whip it
Grab the stick, double clip it, 1, mississippi 2, mississippi 3, mississippi cock-back click it BLAOW BLAOW
Probably what your thinkin last that you wanna do is get found in the trunk of the Lincoln stankin'
I took my money from the shoe box now I bank it
Foolish, I am too
<CHORUS> 2x
I'mma give em what they ask for
What dey want, that street talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
What dey want, that choppa talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk, (AYYY AYYYY)
I'mma give em what they ask for
That track boy, jack bullshit
Fuck that club shit, they want that thug shit,
But I aint no thug bitch, and I aint no gangsta bitch,
I'm a hustla hoe, and I got no problem,
If you want it u can get it boy I'll bust ya
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