The Start Up

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Run that shit, run that shit, yeah
Run that shit, run that shit, yeah
Run that shit, run that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Tell these hoes and these niggas
I don't give a fuck about their feelings
Kept all that fake shit outside and only let the real in
I gets high, so layers from the onion I be peeling
You must die, going against me or one of my niggas
Flows I deliver will eat you up like some dinner
I'm too cold, everywhere I go its like its winter
All you niggas is nothing but the opposite of winners
You get the pussy if she notice you a big spender
I get the pussy off the fact I keep it way realer
Walk the streets in my city knowing I'm that nigga
Untouchable, but I pack like a lunchable
Dog you could party but just watch my shoes
Grinding for a drop or two
Did it how my pops would do
One by one I'm dropping fools
You hustle do nothing for you
Seen it from my point of view
I could tell you all about it
Seen Spitta with them bitches made me want an Impala
But the shift have to be on the floor, four to four throttle
Jet Lounge you could catch me drinking out the bottle
J.O.B. the motto, I follow
Paint pictures like Picasso
Real G's you can't knock those
I could hit it right on the money with my eyes closed
Young nigga screaming Jet Life til the world blows
Homie tell me what the fuck you thought this was
I started off for this game with a loyal buzz
Yea, break my weed down as I stack up my paper
Rollies with the [?] thats a classic combination
All I think about if my pa was out of jail
Its cool, he next to touch down and cause hell nigga

[Outro]
Break my weed down as I stack up my paper
Break my weed down as I stack up my paper
Break my weed down as I stack up my paper
Break my weed down as I