Sittin' On Top Of The World

You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch?
 I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
 Not possible to succeed.
 Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
 Gimme more cheddar than Ellie,
 No Hillbilly from Beverly
 Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R
 You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall
 I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
 Peep the Cars I'm in.
 Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends
 If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense
 Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit
 Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
 Unloaded at the end of the story,
 I'm on top of the world, nigga...
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 Sittin on top of the world
 Sittin on top of the world
 With 50 grand in my hand
 Steady puffin on a blunt
 Sippin hennessy and coke,
 Gimme what you won't.
 Sittin on top of the world
 Sittin on top of the world
 With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby
 Go head baby.
 Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP
 It's the number one contender
 So So Def memeber known as Brat
 Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that
 Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me
 Nigga's hopin we fall off
 But we won't, we don't.
 All we do is keep fuckin it up.
 While all you do is keep lookin at us.
 Known evidence is that I dispense hits
 And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers dense
 One of the baddest bitches on the planet.
 Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.
 You can run, but you can't hide
 From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side
 Hit em up.
 I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich
 Hung in your pants
 Hotness from your bull-shit
 And it's written all over your face
 You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...
 CHORUS
 Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve
 Then that silly rabbit
 All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it
 Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point,
 one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
 It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower,
 The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see
 Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff
 Only Triangles dangle when I bust.
 You see, niggas round town called this and that,
 Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.
 Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold,
 30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm...
 CHORUS