Claimin True Lyrics

Claimin True

[Big Boi]
Well it is I the pimp playin nigga that you heard about
Yeah I
got the money and a half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go
and playa rhymes that I fuck with
I buy amps that pops my trunk
swift
I've been a player since the age of two
That's when I learned to
walk grab my crotch talk
Do how them hoe sellers do
See born and raised
as a pimp that's what I claim to be
Always claimin true to what I do and
then fuck what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I
growed up
And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
But fuck it, I'm
on my own, I'm in my zone
And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me
standing alone
Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat
Finger
waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
But you ain't know I'm the one
dippin and dodgin bullets
The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin
to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray
Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face,
eatin watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big
felon

chorus: repeat 2X

I wonder how you would react if you was
in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my
dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggaz step up like the
playas that's in back of me

[Dre]
All heavenly Father, why do you
even bother watchin over me
Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow
to be
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder
Packed a shank up
in my socks when I started kindergarten
This ain't no secret garden, so you
fly when niggaz flee
If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger
be
Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me
And then I get a slap
of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys
Just tryin to make it, then of age,
come through, take it
I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz
butt naked
At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent
Lord, tryin
to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
But I ain't got no sense,
that's what I got them thinkin
I think about payback, strap myself and keep
on dankin
Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
If you cross my
path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain
Yes it's been like that since
way back, in 1975
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to
strive
So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some
street sense before somebody lay ya

chorus: repeat 4X