Pimpin, pimpin, pimpin, murder, murder, sell drugs (4x) Verse 1 I step out the front door/ This music is inflating my ego/ It's so hard to let go/ Beats bang it thumps in my torso/ The streets may repeat it like echos/ The picture their painting make me want a life that is dangerous/ Makes me want to be rich and famous/ I know it ain't righteous but they can make it look so enticing/ It attacks my ears like its tyson/ Take a bite at conscious/ Watch me bob my head to some nonsence/ Rob, steal, kill and speak bondage/ I could be truthful, i used to be silent/ But this got your boy straight feeling real violent/ I'm using the ladies, i used to respect them/ But now ya boy will say anything just to sex them/ I used to modest, i used to be honest/ Now i do anything to get those dollars/ Because i love: Hook (2x) Verse 2 Record exec make killing/ Yeah, we can pay you millions/ Cash to the ceiling/ Don't trust your convictions or feelings/ You'll just be misleading some children/ Their parents will blame you/ You just communicate what you've been through/ They don't understand you're a black dude/ And one who does rap too/ They just complain and hassle/ They would do it too if had to/ You just make paper/ We don't need to know where it came from/ You didn't make the rope which they hang from/ Cocaine or the hand gun/ Everyone has something to say, bro,/ This is the country of freedom/ You can have women, you can have diamonds/ This is what sells, greed sex, drugs and violence/ Package these items get people to buy them/ And one day you can be an executive giant/ Produce and sell:/ Hook (2x) Verse 3 Who at fault for ignoring/ Paul shooting ray for them jordans/ Is nike extorting/ Loyalty of a poor man's emotions/ Without them they feel less important/ How about the athlete/ You know comes from the same back streets/ You they could make those shoe a lot more cheap/ How about the rapper: they boast about evil/ They say the same stuff they got copied from kinkos/ Or what of the wealthy who keeps on complaining/ Ask for legislation and thinks that will change men/ How about churches they've become obsolete/ Lets call meetings just to talk about outreach/ Lets have more workshops, to hear more men speak/ Just repeat the deep thoughts a dead man think/ Who without blame here, i guess were all guilty/ In the core of man's heart we're all filthy/ Man has no standards, he thinks he own ways are the answer/ We all got a disease much worse than cancer/ Its beef with the father, he wants your allegiance/ We play the god role acting like we don't need him/ But he hates/