"Multiply"(Featuring Juicy J)
**** *****s gon' multiply
'Fore the real *****s die, fake *****s gon' multiply
'Fore the real *****s live, **** *****s won't multiply
**** *****s won't multiply, **** *****s won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah *****, it's your boy Juicy J. Man,
you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke ass,
you know what I'm sayin', jealous hatin' ass *****s out here man,
you know what I'm sayin', man these *****s ain't no real *****s man,
know what I'm sayin'? Man these *****s be smilin' in your face
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
*****s toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a ***** sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, back back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really ****in' with that Been Trill
Swear them *****s booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these motha****as better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these *****s gettin' throwed
Reason why you *****s wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these *****s
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I...
When the real *****s die, fake *****s gon' multiply
When the real *****s die, fake *****s gon' multiply
When all the real *****s die, fake *****s gon' multiply
But if the real *****s live, **** *****s won't multiply
I'm the original Balmain badass, *****
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a ***** in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it ****ed up, *****, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a ***** suck my ****, swag swag *****
**** with a ***** like me, RIP my ***** Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might **** around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might **** around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, *****
If you deaf bring the beat back, *****
**** with a ***** like me, RIP my ***** Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
**** the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion killas *****, we fashionable killas Ya'll got Flacko ****ed up)
I'm the mother****in' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, **** your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My mother****in' swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your *****
I think back to when pockets packin lint
It's like a ***** got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp, ******* lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, *****
Fake ass *****s, you know what I'm sayin'?
These *****s be out here talkin' 'bout they a street ***** and shit,
man *****s be gettin' extorted like a motha****a out here man, you know what I'msayin'?