Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B

A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
I like this shit, you should love it
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Kill kill kill!) (Kill kill kill!
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
HA-HAAAEEH!
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty

The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
You see?
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all

No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
[Interlude: Jadakiss]