Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Ay, who I'm is?

Rubber band man

Wild as the Taliban

9 in my right, 45 in my other hand

Who I'm is?

Call me trouble man, always in trouble man

Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man



[Verse 1]

Rubber band man, like a one man band

Treat these niggaz like tha Apollo, and I'm tha sandman

Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband

Look'n fo' a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man

Seven tyme felon, what I care 'bout a case man?

I'm campaignin' to bury tha hate, so say yo' grace man

Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face

I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate

Check my resume nigga, my record's impeccable

Anywhere in tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable

And tha M-I-A nigga I'm tryna keep it professional

'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap'n, I'm tell'n you

From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York

And everybody show'n me love that's one to you all

Yeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz



[Chorus 2x]



[Verse 2]

Call me trouble man, stay'd in some trouble man

Some niggaz still hate'n on shawty so, they some suckas man

Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than

Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man

Dig it, lil' pimpin' got tha mind and tha muscle

Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle

Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double

Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto' wit' no trouble

Young cats is play'n today Marvin Gaye of my time

Tryna stay alive, live'n how I say in my rhymes

My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme

And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground

I still smile 'cause somehow I know he see'n me now

And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd

Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace)

Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.



[Chorus 2x]



[Verse 3]

Grand hustle man mo' hustles than hustle man

But why the rubber band? it representin' tha struggle man

My folk gon' trap, until they come up wit' another plan

Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land

Gangstas who been servin, since you was do'n tha run'n man

Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again

That's why I'm young wit' tha soul of a ole man

I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man

Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man

I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro' man

For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin' hoes

Rollin vogues, 24's

Let these other niggaz know



[Chorus 2x]