What Do You See

I gots no muthafuckin' ends, sit and wish for a riot

Knowing it's too damn hot outside, plus I'm tired

My income is hurtin' and then some, why can't lend some

G's to a brother making his come up undercover

These hoes, they want new clothes, to ride on Vogues

And most of the time they be getting chose when they pose

Ain't no victory in doing shit for the next bitch of the century

Can't do shit for me but an injury

I be the pimp master, outlaster

Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster

Hit the masker, don't ask a

The identities of the fallen enemies, nigga, please

Heart of a hustler, real, done by no bloodstains

Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, mayne

Crews come in twos and threes but they all fold

Enemies of me and MJG's tight flow

Hoes jockin', tryna slip into a nigga pocket

Get in the hotel room naked then scream "Stop it!"

Listen, I'm gonna take it to another level

All you need to do is suck me clean like a Dirt Devil

Shovel-packin' bitches wasting my precious time

Pussy creamin', simultaneously schemin'

What do you see when you see me? I'll tell you what

A true player from the South in the house

("Do you wanna see…")

When it comes to getting rugged, this bitch is wicked

Style like none other, this bitch can kick it

Southernplayalistic bitch with the meal ticket

Slamming like Hakeem when it comes to this rap thang

Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know

Lez Moné been kickin' shit since '84

'Cause it's a big deal like Poppa, my shit is proper

And tucked inside the boots, I got my shit-stopper

Bitches recognize, haters realize

Suave House shit is thick, sit back and catch some of this pimp shit

As we dips through your muthafuckin' hood

The shit is understood, give up your goods

Eight, tell 'em what you see when they go fuckin' with the crew

We on top of the world, bitch, I thought you knew

What they know about them Nuckleheadz?

Madam, break it down for me one time

Ha, all I wanna do is be fly, toss niggas and stack mail

But in the meantime, I gotta post bail

My so-called homies began to realize

The quality up in this G bitch nationwide

When I see you, prepare for this player to put the stare on ya

Telephone ya? I thinks not

So what you know about that Suave House?

Oh, we cold like teddy, about to turn the fuckin' lights out

So let's turn some corners up on that Northside

Southside, it sound good up in that D ride

And if I was a nigga, I'd be on my own dick

Just like a trick or a gold-diggin' bitch

Swing low sweet chariot, off in the Marriott Hotel

But oh well, madam macks

Well, hittin' harder than Vernon

Ask that L-E-Z what this bitch be earnin'

It's me, original player, OP

Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester, inc

Smoking, from the cess to the chronic

Throw away your papers, real niggas get blunted

Silk tailor-made, black as a spade with braids

Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose

Gold smile, tongue flowing like the Mississippi

Lyric constructor, smoked out like Chris Tucker

What the—busta musta didn't pay attention

Hit rewind and let me take your mind back in time

Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby?

Now I'm mean muggin' niggas, walking 'round shoving niggas

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South

Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck selling out

When you see me, what do you really see?

Screaming like Mike and Janet, but you don't hear me

Never no more than the P-I-M-P-I-N-G since the day

That I stood in the hood, I would be strictly down for my dollar

Break a bitch scholar

Hoe, give me my cheese 'fore I snatch you by your collar

Better not holler

It's the nigga with his dick in your throat

Better not tell a lie 'cause your ass might choke

I'm smoking plenty bud, drinking 'gnac and riding candy

Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy

What do you do when you see straight through a nigga's game?

Do you hang point blank range to his brain?

Will he have a life after death? I don't know

He push me like a hoe, he gotta go, he gotta go

Note the flow when the gun smoke clears, it be history

Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery, quickly

Tell a muh'fucka what you see

Fading out this world peeping up at MJG

("That Suave clique is so thick") [*scratching*]