[Verse 1:] Rappin Is My Hobby, My House Has A Lobby My Bitches Act Snobby because I Feed Them Thousands I Kno That Didn't Rhyme but Im Only Being Honest You cant Pay Me In Cash now Im Only Seein Commas. I Swear I got On Saks 5th Boxers Right Now Im Tryna Milk The Game As If The Game Was A Cow I Had A Eddie Bauer Expedition 7 Years Ago My Grandma Used To Tell Me That She Swear I Been Here Befo. I Used To Wear Braids Like Jasons Lyric,Whoa Spent A Bundle On The Cross Because Iam Spi-Ri-Tual And I Can Never Pass A Physical...I Stay High, High As The Voice Of Akon! And Make Mine A Straight wit No Chase Hold The Ice... I Got Enuff On Ne Way And Wen They See The Boy They Hyperventilate I Got Them Runnin After Me Like Im About To Win A Race. [Chorus:] Ima Beast, Ima Dog. Bitch Ima Beast, Ho Ima Dog Yea U Kno That Im A Beast, Ima Dog Ima Beast, Ho Ima Dog. You Know That [Verse 2:] Never Entertain The Suckas Wit The Hatin Bidness(Nah Never Did That) Im On A Yacht Playin Table Tennis Expensive Lenin,Women Sinning Adultery... Compulsively Im An Arsenist On The Beat...Blaze Fire The Door Close To The Booth I Feel Like A Caged Lion(Rawr) Yea, Let Me Loose(Rawr) Now Let Me Get'em(Rawr) Cuz I Aint Goin Back And Forth Like Badmitton No I Will Never Drop The Ball Like Badmitton And I Aint Being Conceited Im Just Ad-Mittin I Flow Cocky... Got Hand Rhythm I Got This Bitch On Lock Like San Quentin Im Tough Daddy Whats Poppin Gangsta(Bloods!) [Sirens In The Background] Im Tryna Keep My Pockets Fat Like Opera Singers So Sharp If U Touch Me Ill Chop Ya Fingers Im On Top Of The Game Like Helicopter Angles I See U Niggas, I Hope U Havin Fun I Hope U Have A Gun(Gunshot) This Shit Is Crazy Its Little Baby, Im Here To Take It And Its Lookin Vacant. Cuz... [Sirens End] [Chorus x2] Ok... Now Ima Go Off On'em At First I Was Goin Soft On'em But Now Its Time To Go Hard! Bustin... Bangin Boguard[?] Take A Shit In Yo Yard Take A Piss On Yo Broad Make A List Of Yo Boyz And Go And Murder Them All(Haha) Life Is A Short A Midget Told Me That And I Alllways Thought I Was Fly Like I Had A Pidgeon On My Back But I Got Decisions On My Back Vision On My Back So Dont You Ever Run Up On Me I Got Precision Wit That Gat I Dont Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat-Tat All I Got To Do Is Tat! Bet I Hit My Tar-Get Like A Fuckin Dart Mat My Address Is Cloud Nine See And U Shall Find Weezy On Da Grind Im About My Frankensteins U Kno Me, From My Lincolns To My Franklins See I Make That Money Stretch And Connect Like An Anklet These dumb Bitches Runnin In Out My House Like A Banquet And I Dont Even Speak Their Language... Ahahah And If The Bitch Boyfrend Get Angry Then My Niggas Turn Around And Tell His Whole Clique Fuck That Nigga, Pussy Ass Nigga Fuck That Nigga!! Yea! [Chorus x2: To The End] Thanks to blazinnyce4sho@yahoo.com for these lyrics