PIMP C Yella Beezy (Ft. EST Gee)

[Intro: Yella Beezy]
Swear to God, all I be talkin' 'bout a fact, nigga
All facts, nigga, swear to God
I ain't lyin' neither
On my mama, every time I talk (Yeah), nigga, just listen up, you know?

[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
Ayy, that lil' ho messy, you can't tell her nothin', on God, she gon' spread the word
Hey, lot of grammies like I'm tryna win awards, waitin' on the first and third
Got a lot of 'bows and I ain't talkin' 'bout clothes, but he tryna get a shirt
Ayy, young nigga bustin' pack after pack, I'm tryna get a 'vert
Hey, heard them niggas say they still tryna get me, well, I'm tryna get 'em murked
Hey, I don't take shit lightly when they talkin' 'cause I'm 'bout get 'em first
Bitch say her nigga gon' rob me when he see me, you 'bout to get him hurt
Hey, make me clap my hands, chopper make him dance, stomp, you 'bout to get him kirked
Ayy, tell your homegirl leave me out her mouth, all in my dick business
I swear to God, you ain't gotta say my name to get in that bitch panties
If she wanna fuck, she gon' let you fuck without sayin' my name, pimpin'
Chuckin' salt, tryna throw me under the bus, nigga, that ain't pimpin'
I swear, it's enough money for everybody, nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
I ain't ever worried 'bout who a nigga fuckin' or what he ain't spendin'
The fuck I'm frowned up 'cause another nigga hustlin'? This ain't no hatin' business
I swear to God, I'm one heartless motherfucker, nigga, I don't like feelings
Affiliated with the KKK 'cause I do not like niggas
Before you play with Yella, say, you better reconsider, go play with your wife, nigga
This 40 Glock here a stud, I stay with a strap just like a dyke, nigga
Hey, fuck that lil' bitch from the back, she jumped in my lap 'cause she scared of heights, nigga
Ayy, all my young thugs some gunners, look like I'ma ski, all of this ice, nigga
I'm fuckin' on his baby mama, she said I got meat for a lil' bright nigga
If I want the nigga head, on God, he dead, don't play with your life, nigga
Not givin' a fuck about hype, nigga
You be beatin' up bitches, an Ike nigga
I be beatin' up niggas, I fight niggas, huh, bitch, act like you know
When you said it, you knew it was gon' start a lot of shit, why you act like you slow?
Ayy, I know a lot of niggas still make a living off that pot on that stove
Six, four figures at the age of four
I shot my uncle, TEC-9 in the floor