It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down, give 'em a crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he don't rule a thing
He don't want the diamonds, want the gold don't want the jewelry
He don't want the fame don't want the loot he's in this for the sport
Runnin' circles round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it
And you can't love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it
You can't be that ignorant
But you can try to sell him short
But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for it
Chorus: Nate Dogg
This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors go ahead make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggas paranoid
Hit your corner wit' my weapon I don't need my boys
I'm doin' 120 in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thing
Don't give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain
Money power and respect in this rap game
Lloyd Banks
He's straight out of a neighborhood where niggas hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Their stomachs ache while he's loungin' at the big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a niggas gate
House with just a bigger gate, houndin' him's a big mistake
He won't surrender hell rather give up a rib to break
'Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand
So he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz
'Til where you gotta mention his name
When you discussin' the illest playas that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G-Unit records ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin' them
Chorus
50 Cent
He's no magician man the kid makes somethin' out of nothin'
So now niggas from his hood act like he owe 'em somethin'
They talk crazy 'til they send niggas in there to buck 'em
Ask him if there's a problem and he'll say nah it's nothin'
He was gonna help 'em out, but since they funny, fuck 'em
He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him
He hold his own on his own the kid is really thuggin'
He's rich now, he ain't change so niggas think he's buggin'
He bulletproof everything case niggas try and buck him
Keep two pistols on his hip I show you where he tuck 'em
Niggas say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him
Try to catch 'em slippin', they creepin' he start bustin'
Chorus
Nate Dogg
I can give you niggas somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G u a fuckin' clown
I can take your girl and t-t-turn her out
Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckers something to be mad about
Invite her in, send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth
