Intro Album Version E

What's good? Nigga wild man. Uh, man fuck them bitches, And them hoes. And them niggas pussies, Camel toes. I got some money on me, And the weed nice. My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light. Bitches call the phone, murder's all she wrote. Now it's fuck everybody, like a Scorpio. Still runnin' shit, I'm on my cardio. Boy I'm goin' in, like my water broke. Suicide note, suicide doors. I put in overtime, like a tied score. Tinted windows bitch, that mean mine yours. And the weed loud, like a lion's roar. Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever. Hear no evil, see no evil, Helen Keller. No music on, rockin' acapella. And I don't need a watch, the time is Now or never. Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit. A nigga countin' money, you niggas countin' fit. Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am. Young Money is an army, bitch I'm Uncle Sam. Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama called me Tune. I left the bullshit, in the waitin' room. Straight to the money, no shortcuts. Now watch me go retarded, yellow Sharp bus. We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups. And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck. Mills in this bitch, he say, "Fuck them hoes." And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes. And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable. I body slam the beat, nigga Dustin Rhodes. I'm from Eagle Street, I go Hercules. I get on the beat, murder first degree. YMCMB, we don't give a fuck. You faker than some titties, you get titty-fucked. This the best worst feelin', and nigga if I Die I die a death worth livin'. Uh, This that textbook G shit. I been in that water but I never been Sea sick. Yeah, knock me I knock your face Off. Life's a crazy bitch, Grace Jones. Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone. Yeah, C4 Mr. Carter's home