作曲 : Jonathan Kirk/Antwain L Fox 作词 : Jonathan Kirk/Antwain L Fox I got 20 on my beat Everybody know my name ringin' bells Ringin' bells like the hallway (Uh-huh) I ain't gotta cap in no motha****in' rap I'll whip out and air it out broad day (Mmm) I got in with the stick, and I'm with that Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (Uh-huh) I been tryna be positive, mama (Uh-huh) They ain't ****in' wit' Jonathan, mama (Nope) Who you know put they motha****in' self on the map And now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me) I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off You get laid on the floor by a jit (Ha) Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (Woo) The police, they know I'm legit (Woo, woo) The police, they know I got sticks They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique These niggas, they know I'm a dawg I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (Meow) The next nigga that come play with me I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch They say I'm the hottest new nigga Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (Hot) Nigga must have a fever or somethin' Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin' (Uh-huh) Let me give you a history lesson We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (Okay) I ain't sayin that none of that matter 'Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin' (No cap) Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (Huh?) How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (Yeah) Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves? **** a motha****in' wave-cap (Uh-huh) Every time that the DJ play "Suge" Niggas throw up they arms like a motha****in' racetrack (Let's go) Every time that my baby girl see me She run and say "Daddy", I love when she say that (Mwah) Every time I hit one of my moves All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that (Let's go) I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch (Ah) **** around, and walked out in a trench coat They gon' have to put me with the greats (Uh-huh) Wanna **** with me, she gotta wait (Bitch) On the yacht, with me, me and the kids There's four of us, we on the sea eatin' steak (Yep) I won't go back and forth with a shrimp You goin out sad 'bout a ho, I'm a pimp (Ha) He keep bumpin' his mother****in' gums We gon put his ass up like a motha****in' blimp (Bitch) Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes, That's gon' get him exposed He a motha****in' simp (Hold up) You know he got that thang on him, baby Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp (Shh, shh, shh) I don't care bout this motha****in' chain (Uh-huh) But I'll still bust your motha****in' brain (Uh-huh) Just got head on a motha****ing plane (No cap) Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth (Ha) End up ****in' this ho from the back I knew her for a day, she on go, She the swoop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, swoop) And these niggas ain't livin' like that Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke (Fluke, fluke) They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute (Flute) They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb (Boom) They know Baby was just in Miami Now he in L.A., nigga think he LeBron (Ha) They know Baby go baby on baby (Uh-huh) But five years ago, nigga say he was John (Keep goin') I touch down at the front of the plane And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (Them facts) While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure I'm chillin' backseat with the iron (Bitch) I'm done with this shit