Intro (From the Bottom to the Top) lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, Drama
This your motherf*cking homie, Plies, dog
The media and everybody in the motherf*cking industry talking about me right now, big homie
Drama found me, n*gga
So that means they have to motherf*cking pay for this here, homie
Ay, Drama, let me talk to these pus*y ass n*ggas real quick
And I need all the real n*ggas to excuse me for a minute, dog

[Verse]
Name all in the streets, face all over the news
I'm laughing at all you f*ck n*ggas who thought I was through
I don't know if you pussies understand what money can do
I raise my right hand to da streets and swear to tell the truth
If I ever go commercial, want the streets to cut me loose
They say I don't look worried, that's what I pay lawyers to do
Newspapers say I'm heartless, cracker, it might be true
I don't think you understand what the f*ck I've been through
Done had bigger problems than this in one swoop
Them n*ggas that hate me now loved me before I blew
f*ck n*ggas want me off the streets, real n*ggas want me in the booth
Projected to sell a mill, situation done grew
Done upped the stakes on you pussies, I'ma sell two
To all the goons around the world, n*gga, I salute
The first rap n*gga to ever do a prison tour
I'm a hood legend, n*gga, I shake more hands than the preacher
n*ggas in prison love me, I'm the only one can reach them
You wanna know who running the streets? n*gga, ask the promoters
Them n*ggas that book you, they crying when your show is over
Them n*ggas that book me, gon' buy them a whip when it's over
You can't go and copy me, n*gga, it's just too hard
Just like trying to tell my grandma it ain't a God
I run these motherf*cking streets, n*gga, I'm in charge
And one of these n*ggas play with me, you better bless them, Lord
Never seen one business filled with so many pussies
Where n*ggas sit around all day and gossip like some b*tches
You don't even know that man, but you ain't even in his position
A diss record mean he only begging for attention
He's just a f*ck n*gga, he don't know no better, God, forgive him
So if you love him, you better calm him down before I kill him
'Cause I don't sell lies and I don't drink Cris
And I don't free promote, so cut the check, b*tch
I credit my success to the f*ck n*ggas who snitched on my brother
If it wasn't for you soft ass n*ggas, I wouldn't be rapping, motherf*cker
They say that sh*t that don't kill you in this world will make you tougher
We took a Federal situation and created a monster
You ever been at one of my shows? It's like choir rehearsal
Two-thousand motherf*cking real n*ggas reciting my verses
All in one room, n*gga, I'm having thug service
I look at this sh*t like a pastor, you look at it like I'm working