Stickin to the Facts Chillinit

[Chorus]
Stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
Stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—

[Verse 1]
Three-fiddy with three fiddies
I'm a bad boy, y'all on this record, it's P Diddy
P with me, 'cause you see that we keepin' this weed with me
Freaks wanna freak, they see that we speak witty
So they (Uhh), we don't give a (Uhh)
If you need a bag, make your biddy pick it up
How you gon' get a bag when you gotta tick it up?
Then you rap about your cash and your money and your fines
Brah, I see you gettin' none (Haha)
Claimin' that you got white
Like you rappin' on a record and you rock mic
That's not right, you ain't even on mic
Only pay cheque you ever get is from your job site, argh
What the fuck I'm on? I sold a couple albums
Y'all ain't sold a couple songs, that's real talk
Put the business and pleasure inside a pot and let it drop
Then my brothers sing along when I hit 'em with the woo