How can I help you
What can I do for ya
Looking for that China white
Girl that's soft

If I ain't got it
I know where to find it
If I can get it for you
Boss

How much you got in your budget
The more you buy the less it costs
I could front you a few off the side
As long as your ass don't double cross

You crossed a lot of raccoons
Get your cranium sawed off
I got mouths to feed my nigga
I can't afford to take no loss

I can give your ass a number
It's up to you to keep it quite
You can't be a punk about nothing
You gotta keep the money coming

I'm out here
Dealing with these suckers
Stopping the fake ass
Busters

They stab your ass in the back
These brothers turn on you
I know when it's gonna get short
How long this sureness suppose to last
I ain't got the weather channel
To predict the forecast

The plan is hustling
?cause there ain't no work there ain't no job
So they stuck in playing this game
And the next thing they gonna rob

Two faced little ol' heathen
Working with the law

Man no matter what you do for nigga
They ain't never gonna be satisfied
Tell it like it is
My whole thing is like
Why dudes be letting cats get in their ear though
I'm just telling it like it is
I don't know what the fuck happened between '96 up into now
Nigga is hoes
I'ma tell it like it is
Man nigga is going out backwards man
Kill all this snitching my nigg what's up with that
Tell it like it is

If there was a snake it would've bite ya
See you've been fallowing so many nigga you wouldn't even know what hit ya
Now you don't know which way to look
You don't really know which way to turn

Got you trying to protect yourself
With all the bridges you done burned

You nigga cry to us nowadays
Nigga feelings get hurt too easily
Might as well wear a tampon
Might as well be a breezy

A closed mouth don't get fed
And a lazy hustler don't get bread
Pimping I can't read minds
I don't know what's in your head

Everybody think they know it all
Wanna hear nobody speak
Shut the fuck up and listen sometime
Even if you an O.G.

Personally I'm a grinder
Let no grass grow under my feet
Don't nothing come to a sleeper
But a dream

A vision without a plan
Is just a hallucination

I gotta lotta folks in the pen
Programming
I'm gonna give it to you straight
I ain't gonna give it to you late
I'ma tell your ass what's real
I ain't gonna tell ya nothing fake

Man I got my own dreams
Everybody wants me to finance theirs
Tell it like it is
You know who I like I like that boy 40 man
He's 20 years in the game and he consistent
Just telling it like it is
Not all of them but allot of these new dudes is
Ring tone rappers man
I'ma tell it like it is
Fools just have one album out
And act like they just it
Tell it like it is

Same song third verse
It's from the heart it ain't rehearsed
The world is full of associates
But very few friends
That wanna contribute nothing
But wanna help spend your ends

Think before you rock yo mouth
Park your tongue and lip
Watching who you talking round
Never know who you?re having dinner with

Ain't got nothing good to say
Don?t say nothing at all
That's what I was told
That's what I was taught when I was small

A lot of theses so called artists got too much
Talent
You should be getting? your money on
Instead of hating on the next man

It's lonely at the top
But it's next to crowed at the bottom
That's why I always keep my pistol cocked
In case I gotta stop 'em

Trunk full of slap
Hollering at em? back

Pocket full of scraps
Nothing but thousand stacks

I'm old school
Acting a fool making my presence known
I look at business face to face
Don't like to talk on phones

When I'm at a stop sign or a red light
I leave one car space in front of me
Tell it like it is
Just so I could have enough room to get outta there
Just in case someone try to pop at me or something
Tell it like it is
That's how I was raised
I'm still a student of the game
You could learn from a baby
I'ma tell it like it is
Man I was hollering at my grand partner
He said 40 return phone calls and you'll keep your friends
Tell it like it is

Bitch
You two faced ass mother fuckers
I didn't just help create my music mother fucker
I invented it
Everybody wanna know what the fuck mob music is
Nigga this is mob music

Poor ass mother fuckers
Bitch

Writer : THOMAS, RICARDO / STEVENS, EARL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing