Letras:
Juvenile I M Da Man

I'm more G Big boss of the south (yea!) Got more diamonds Got more wips Do more shinnin Stack More chicks I'm jus ridin straight profiling Yea I'm smiling

to man up, I had to show the world, what I was made of, What you say Blood, I was a ?slad? 'cause, Now I'm V.I.P., up in Vegas, I'm up in Nike-town, so

I do it so smooth When I'm stalkin' gat foolz, walking jack moves Now all day run witta me shotgun, but I'm blinded so I jog And roll wit the thuggish

two blunts, and now I'm feelin' like I can fly I get into zones of my own everytime I get high And whenever it is, I think I see I'm buzzin' so it doesn

I'm in da EF three Playin' by different bitches 'cuz my face in the paper Profile done although she couldn't describe me, I got the eraser I don't discriminate I

shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I

nigga you cant even duck Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya You heard that I'll drop ya I'm runnin wit

me something decent My furniture put out side before the lease end They wouldn't mind if i was dead before 'da weekend I'm Not an actor 'cause I don

that, muthafucka, I'm a clever cat Kanye West and slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rapper