For John Chapman - John Hicks

They say pimpin' aint easy And ni**a, they aint neva lie We ride back to back thru the track faul on suicide Watch me glide on twenties Get money Smokin' backwo

Where am I I smell fire Who got that fire Fire I don't smoke that brown I want the bomb Don't like that s**t I don't like that s**t I need fire Who got fire Yo

I'm a hutch peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high homie Shady character like Don King so you better keep your eye on me I done bust n***az in the gril

Real n***as Let's make this official baby Real before rappin I've been down For oh so long Starin at these prison walls I want you to Step in my 150s for a minu

Ho upset Mac Dre come through She told a ni**a to come through Let me whoop this puss on you You can't whoop that puss on me Ain't no ho puss worth my life Ain'