Claimin True

[Big Boi]<br>Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about<br>Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses<br>I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with<br>I buy amps that pops my trunk swift<br>I`ve been a player since the age of two<br>That`s when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk<br>Do how them hoe sellers do<br>See born and raised as a pimp, that`s what I claim to be<br>Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see<br>I pledge allegiance to the streets, that`s where I growed up<br>And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up<br>But fuck it, I`m on my own, I`m in my zone<br>And nothin wrong, you don`t belong, you left me standing alone<br>Yeah, I`m the nigga with the feather in my hat<br>Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that<br>But you ain`t know I`m the one dippin and dodgin bullets<br>The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it<br>So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore<br>They were my idols when I was a kid<br>From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon<br>To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon<br><br>chorus: repeat 2X<br><br>I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes<br>I put in work and did the dirt, that`s how I payed my dues<br>Uh, 1-2-3, that`s how it be<br>So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that`s in back of me<br><br>[Dre]<br>All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me<br>Growin up a little G, my mama thought I`d grow to be<br>A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder<br>Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten<br>This ain`t no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee<br>If it is one of my own, I`m lettin the trigger be<br>Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me<br>And then I get a slap of dap when I`m slangin quarter keys<br>Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it<br>I ain`t forgot about y`all women who be workin niggaz butt naked<br>At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent<br>Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent<br>But I ain`t got no sense, that`s what I got them thinkin<br>I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin<br>Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain <br>If you cross my path, I`ll leave you drainin like a fountain<br>Yes it`s been like that since way back, in 1975<br>Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive<br>So little botty bwoy better say your prayers<br>You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya<br><br>chorus: repeat 4X