[T.I.]. Haaaa...Mannie Fresh I got you nigga. I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats. I'm shuttin the whole block down. Here comes trouble homey. I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy. [Chorus: repeat 2X]. I like my beat down low and my top let back. Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back. Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back. If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black. [Verse 1]. I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me. You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches. I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's. And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me. SS'S on 26's watchin some television. Shorty I'm never slippin got the berretta in vision. And ready to pop the clip in ready to get to trippin. Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin. Pimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missin. Polices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas given. Addicted to fast livin yes I'm one of my dads children. Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children. Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children?. Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance?. Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri. Still my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin. [Chorus]. [Verse 2]. I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout us. Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout much. On this glock I clutch In God I trust. If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust. Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up. What ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust. I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow. Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo. Ya see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood Road. On the flyest ?? in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho's. On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro. Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo. Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro. With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow. (Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo. My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin. [Chorus]. [Verse 3]. I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em. 'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin. I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy. And now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis. If ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget it. The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded. Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck. Ya think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked up. A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up. Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up. Meanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck. Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car.... [Chorus]