[Kurupt] Yeah, nigga, nigga 
No disrespect to you 
East coast 
The West coast we got heat too 
We gon' keep it real 
G'd up (Y.A., Tri, Lil' Kurupt) [Verse One] 
Okay, if I don't make it rappin it's back to jackin 
Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets 
I'm a rider, dat's why 
I got that tat 
And a provider, jazz got a lot 
I ain't had 
I'm a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column 
Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom 
I'm convinced, that my common sense intensify 
Now I'm convinced it's, hoppin over fences [Chorus: patois speaker - best guess] 
Six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney, mo-ney [?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly 
It was because 
I load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me 
Because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and [?] to be me, be me [Kurupt] 
Pistol's my specialty, and uh 
I'm a gangster, my specialy, and uh 
Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh 
I'm a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh 
Hey girl, what the ****'s the deal? 
And uh You want the fake girl, or you want the real? 
And uh Sixty-four 
Chevy's all on 
D's, and uh 
Overdosin to 
West coast 
MC's, and uh 
And you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang 
Niggaz claimin they bangin but they don't really bang 
Since I [?] opposition position switch the game 
Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a niggaz frame [Chorus] [Verse Three] 
I'm a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted 
Cadillac dropper 
Tanqueray and vodka 
One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper 
Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers 
I'ma keep it gangster y'all, **** what the rest say 
Keep a lot of dope and coke, like an ese 
So please pay attention, this street shit is serious 
My niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periods 
Contact your label, bring your best artists-es 
Nigga we started this, verbally retarded shit 
Entourage rider, we eatin 
Budweiser 
Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo'-fiver [Chorus] [Kurupt] (The hustlin is hard) 
Break 'em down nigga (It get rougher in my yard) 
Gotti, nigga what (We say the hustlin is hard) 
Please let's roll these suckers (It get rough and get it tough in my yard) [patois speaker ad lib to end]