P Fiction The Game, Big Hit & Hit-Boy

[Intro]
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Big Hit]
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm a Laker, I'm a Warrior, I'm a Pacer
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I'm like a Piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles

[Verse 1: The Game & Big Hit]
I'm a menace, I'm a thug, I'm a gangsta
I cut that house arrest shit straight up off my ankles
Fuck the feds for taking twenty from my uncle
And fuck whoever thought 'cause he was dolo they could punk him
Always keep a .38 where you can't P it
Keep a couple Dracos, couple bricks, couple liters
Niggas act hungry, I'ma fill up and feed 'em
Do 'em like a predator, gut him out and bleed 'em
My dad had a hеart, but he was heartless
Showеd me how to chip, a nigga cordless
Taught me how to cook a nigga carcass
And he gon' see the pound if he keep with all that barking
Keep a blower, Nintendo cartridge
Roll a nigga body up in dope spot carpet
Take 'em up to 14 in a six-trey
And spread his ass around like he a mixtape