99 Cent a Song lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Nito, what up, my n*gga?

[Verse]
Most of these n*ggas shooters, they be poppin' n*ggas
I know some n*ggas from the north, they be robbin' n*ggas
I don't f*ck with doggy bone, can't get no dollars with him
Yeah, I'm still in the hood gettin' guala, n*gga
Baby girl head different, yeah, she swallow n*ggas
If we beefin' in the club, I'll bottle n*ggas
They beef too much around here, can't even ride with n*ggas
If you ain't one of mines, n*gga, I can't slide with you
My n*gga say he wanna slide, I'm finna slide with him
If I go broke right now, you gon' stay down with me?
My n*ggas stabbin' n*ggas up, tryna find Sydney
Unc' havin' withdrawls, he can't find Whitney
I don't f*ck with you no more, you crossed the line with me
You ain't really gang gang, you ain't my—
You ain't really gang gang, you ain't my slime really
b*tch, you ugly as f*ck, you ain't fine, really
He tryna steal some petty sh*t, that's a sign, really
My lil' n*gga popped up with a ten milli'
My n*gga out here doin' scams, scammed ten cities
Every Glock on the block got ten titties
That mean we got them fifty rounds and they fast as hell
I know I rap, but I still got bags for sale
You n*ggas broke, still out here playin' Madden 12
I'm outside right now, who got a mask for sale?
My lil' n*gga say he got beef, who got mags for sale?
You in love with that b*tch, she got ass for sale
Don't ask me, "Can you hit her?" You better ask yourself
If I hit you with this Glock, you gon' have to patch yourself
Ain't nobody teach me how to rap, I had to rap myself
I ain't let no n*gga wrap my 'bows, I'ma wrap 'em myself
Like why the f*ck would I front you? I'll sell 'em myself
Why would I sign a record deal? I could sell it myself
Ninety-nine cent for a song, I'm sellin' myself
I'll never sign a deal, I ain't sellin' myself
n*gga, you know you stink bad, you smellin' yourself
I flew to California to mail it myself
YSR Gramz, the fans say I go crazy
My cousin mama was a fiend, he a dope baby
All I do is sell weed, I don't sell dope, baby
Please listen to YSR Gramz, my sh*t dope, baby
Verse 2, lil' n*gga, I'm finna go brazy
The lean got me walkin' slow like an old lady
You don't get no pus*y, lil' n*gga, you got no ladies
You broke as hell around this b*tch, got four babies
I just stuffed a big Backwood with four eighties
Shot thirteen shots out the Glock like Tracy McGrady
My lil' n*ggas on the road goin' so crazy
You don't get no money, lil' n*gga, 'cause you so lazy