Lyrics:

Murder On The Beat, Hoe!
i'm That Nigga With The Plugs
i'm The Nigga Who Got Homies That Be Selling Drugs
i'm The Nigga On The Back Street
with The Fire Heat, Niggas Better Run Like Athletes

i'm That Nigga, I'm That Nigga!
my Bank Of America Account Got Six Figures
i'm That Nigga On The Block
police Pull Up, I'm Trying To Stash The Glock
uh, You That Nigga On The Low-Low
you're The Nigga, You're The One That Be Talking To The ...
pour Shit On...
niggas Can't Afford These!
the Panamera Shitting On The 9-11
i Call My Homies, Not 9-11
i'm The Nigga With The Juice,
but I'll Never Do My Nigga Like Pac Did Q!

hook
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love

i Got A Shawty Name Texas And
she Got A Buddy Name Young Jb
and Now You Know The Deal
we're Turned Up In The Studio Late Night
that's Why The Songs That You Hear Are Coming Real Tight
ovo Crew, Nigga, Thought I Told You
if You A Player In The Game, This Should Hold You
and Man Shout My Nigga Game He Just Rolled Through
eating Crab Out In Malibu At ...
a Lot Of Fools Putting Salt In The Game
until These Women Get The Notion That They Running The Game
they Got Money That They Jumping On The Pole To Make
did The Motto, Took A Flight To The Golden State
i'm The General, Just Making Sure My Soldiers Straight
had To Leave My Nigga Home, You Got An Open Case
but I'm Big On The West Like I'm Big In The South
so We Gonna Pay Some People Off, We Gonna Figure It Out!
and My Name Too Big, And My Gang Too Big
young Money Shit, Me And Lil Wayne Too Big
i'mma Crush That Ass Even If It Ain't Too Big
i Would Pinky Swear But My Pinky Ring Too Big
what's Up

hook
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love
bitch, Who Do You Love