[Intro: Paul Harris]
Remember, a pimp is only as good as his product
See, and his product is women
Now you've got to go out there
And you got to get the best ones, you can find
And you got to work them broads, like nobody's ever worked them before
And never forget, anybody can control a woman's body
See, but the key is to control their mind
You see, pimpin' is a big business
And it's been going on, since the beginning of time
And it's gonna' continue straight ahead, 'til somebody up there turns out the lights on this small planet ...
[Verse 1: Big Hill]
Theses niggas trickin' with these hoes, who do thеy chose
Your racks or your riches, your clothes or your gold, who knows?
Your insurancе policy, would've put that bitch up in the [?]
Thirty-seven thousand or to see you once more
Not a chance, I hope the lord was witcha
That bitch is gonna' miss ya and tell the morticians to come and get you
Think about it, trick, you gave your life to this bitch and come to find out that it wasn't worth it, unless she got your kids
And keepin' it real, do my story seems real for you?
These busters tradin' like they gon' kill for you
I heard this time and time again
Couldn't have been with one of his so called friends
But we all end up in the pen, Is about that game
Fuck where you came from
Im drinkin' that Andrew with some rum, so here I come
Im trapped up in this cell of hell
Criminal mind is seen incarcerated since the 80s
The outside was behind me
Causin' all the guards checking their red card for some commissary
I'm passin my time, constantly lying to sister mary
Knowing all the time, them demons really scared me
My life is hell already, my nightly dreams of freddie
The warden says, tomorrow I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit then hit the bricks
Smokin' on some chronic with the warden bitch
These streets been hard from the start
Plus these bitches breakin' these bustas heart
I'm callin' on God but at night, I'm asked to rob
That mob like nigga, camouflaged guerrillas, pullin' them triggers
Not see many kind of nigga, stay out of my business nigga
Just to those, who cryin' with those at your funeral
Remember, a pimp is only as good as his product
See, and his product is women
Now you've got to go out there
And you got to get the best ones, you can find
And you got to work them broads, like nobody's ever worked them before
And never forget, anybody can control a woman's body
See, but the key is to control their mind
You see, pimpin' is a big business
And it's been going on, since the beginning of time
And it's gonna' continue straight ahead, 'til somebody up there turns out the lights on this small planet ...
[Verse 1: Big Hill]
Theses niggas trickin' with these hoes, who do thеy chose
Your racks or your riches, your clothes or your gold, who knows?
Your insurancе policy, would've put that bitch up in the [?]
Thirty-seven thousand or to see you once more
Not a chance, I hope the lord was witcha
That bitch is gonna' miss ya and tell the morticians to come and get you
Think about it, trick, you gave your life to this bitch and come to find out that it wasn't worth it, unless she got your kids
And keepin' it real, do my story seems real for you?
These busters tradin' like they gon' kill for you
I heard this time and time again
Couldn't have been with one of his so called friends
But we all end up in the pen, Is about that game
Fuck where you came from
Im drinkin' that Andrew with some rum, so here I come
Im trapped up in this cell of hell
Criminal mind is seen incarcerated since the 80s
The outside was behind me
Causin' all the guards checking their red card for some commissary
I'm passin my time, constantly lying to sister mary
Knowing all the time, them demons really scared me
My life is hell already, my nightly dreams of freddie
The warden says, tomorrow I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit then hit the bricks
Smokin' on some chronic with the warden bitch
These streets been hard from the start
Plus these bitches breakin' these bustas heart
I'm callin' on God but at night, I'm asked to rob
That mob like nigga, camouflaged guerrillas, pullin' them triggers
Not see many kind of nigga, stay out of my business nigga
Just to those, who cryin' with those at your funeral
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