Made

Ever since my early teens I've been a loc on these streets

'Gold is for twenty four I go for broke on these streets

My flow is a young Mike Tyson I put the hit on niggas

And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on niggaz

No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room

That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room

Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks

Either it's somethin' with the roof missin', or a hard white top

Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes

Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses

Even without a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin',

I'm just tellin' you what my life like, so this ain't rappin'

Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right

I'm a have to pay money, to spray money, cause money ain't right

No more throwin' no bodies, so I can stand on these streets

I got an army behind me, cause I'm the man on these streets

I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets

Here to save ya'll from all this wack rap on these streets

I left ya'll with I'm still livin, provin' I wasn't dead

If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread

Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me

Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci

But since I do business with Rap A Lot the feds watch me

But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards you can't stop me

When I was hustlin' no police could find a rock near me

Now that I ain't hustlin' they can see all of my rocks clearly

B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph

Known to catch you in the club flee and make women wanna come closer

Homie don't get it twisted cause you see me on a poster

You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta

Man on these streets

I don't give a fuck cause I'm the man on these streets

I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit man

After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand

Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule

If she find the itch to set me up, I'll hit her with the tool

I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave

Plus all this money I'm makin' you think I ain't tryin' to breathe

Inhale exhale... now that's better

Over eight hundred thousand independent now that's cheddar