That's all I know, 'cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I build my empire from a pocket full of stones and a fifth of ambition
m number 1 I'm number 1 [Chorus:] I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till
'm number 1 I'm number 1 [Chorus] I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till
bottoms, now loose your tops You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks I send my hood bitch the fifths
arrest 'em Strip search 'em then undress 'em Make the youngsters come and then sign a confession Or would you watch the cop in the chopper With the high powered binocular cameras Attached the bottom
Fuck wit bdb, I put a, hole in ya back See me, it's like that, it's like this Hit you wit the tip of the four fifth, lick off ya bottom lip I gotta have
Gotcha boys Y'all ain't know trill ass niggas Y'all some boxy boys And pull shots on boys Scattered like a roach And put that on the fifth I'm the nigga
when they land in last place Hand right by the hammer, they ain't too many seeing us So they wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth My regular
Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition This beat is sorta proof to listen, and hear the real So you New Jack niggas kneel, sit it still Lick a fifth
no more That's why I'm popping these pills and smoking this dro And drinking this Henney straight Trying not to feel this pain no more I came from the bottom
beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
the game, So get outta my face Verse 1 (The Game) Can't get me, While I move like that, Sixtrain Impalla, A fucker Maybach, Bottom line, Yeah go deep
green stuff, what did I look up and saw? All the police man chase me down Here come the end, fuck the law, y'all Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still Spit with
it don't matter when you come Really don't matter where you're from Won't matter where you run Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up Bottom line
Quan Original God's Son Nas That nigga Cass rules, what up baby Y'all niggaz is crazy, to think Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick these From the bottom
which he carries a fat gun Now Billy, a smooth operator Sneaks out his door, a to the elevator Gets on the sixth and gets off on the fifth Then heads
seven sons, "I'm feelin' mighty down. Whichever of you can cheer me up Will get to wear my crown." His first son brought seven oyster pearls From the bottom
the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot Red the head in, dapple light centered, east remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic