Claimin’ True OutKast

[Intro]
Yeah, you got him
Man, fuck that fuck-ass nigga, man, he deserved that shit
Ayy, young blood, ayy, think it's gon' end like that?
Man, don't start that fuck shit, man
Ayy, man, just loc 'em and smoke 'em
Damn
Ayy, man, tryin' to prove you ain't no punk
Penitentiary full of niggas thought they wasn't punks
Look at the fear in your eyes, I can feel it
You can't feel shit
Yeah

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Well, it is I, the pimp player nigga that you heard about
Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and player rhymes that I fuck with
And very often, pops my trunk swift
I've been a player since the age of two
That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk, do how them hustlers do
See, born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be
Always claimin' true to what I do, well then, fuck what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
And made more money 'cause my daddy never showed up
But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
Ain't nothin' wrong, you don't belong, you left me standin' alone
Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat
Finger waves and snakeskins, shit, I got all that
But you ain't know I'm the one dippin' and dodgin' bullets
The price you pay when you behind it, steady tryin' to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit
I studied The Mack and Rudy Ray Moore, they were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face, eatin' watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now convicted felon