Yeah, uh
Hate me n***a
Yeah, hate me n***a
Hate me n***a
Hate me n***a
Hate me n***a

[Chorus]
I'm from a small hood, them n***as call me the connect
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC
And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check
Shit these n***as rappin' 'bout, I done did for real
Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them n***as know the deal
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect

[Verse 1]
Mr. Thug Motivation, yeah that's right the icon
Step up in this muthafucka, they like who cut the lights on
I can't pull my card 'cause I'm the muthafuckin dealer, boy
The ice cream man, we simply talkin' that vanilla, boy
Dropped that new Madonna, n***as love me like I'm 2Pac
Pulled up with that nina, gave it to 'em in a tubesock
You kickin' lil shit, I go tsunami on you shrimp n***as
Might just show up in some new Armani on you simp n***as
I got to get it like, Al Pacino straight up off that boat, boy
I ain't talkin' chicken curry, you n***as fuckin' with the goat, boy
Glass pot, gas stove, I can show you what it cook like
Put a real n***a, beat the odds that's what it look like
Let's go
[Chorus]
I'm from a small hood, them n***as call me the connect
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC
And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check
Shit these n***as rappin' 'bout, I done did for real
Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them n***as know the deal
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect

[Verse 2]
Whole lotta dick ridin', oh I see what's goin' on
Yeah these pussy n***as mad, that I won't play along
All that boss talk, low-key you's a flunky though
Like Rico off of Belly, yeah you n***as lookin' monkey though
Grown ass man homie, I ain't wit the clown shit
You New Edition n***as, got me on my Bobby Brown shit
Grumpy ass n***as, yeah y'all howlin' at the moon, bitch
Be on that front line like Charlie Sheen in Platoon, bitch
You hear them n***as hissin' in the dark, you know the snake type
Type of n***a always preachin' real, you know the fake type
King of this shit, damn right I wear that crown, tight
Real n***a beat the odds, this exactly what it sound like

[Chorus]
I'm from a small hood, them n***as call me the connect
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC
And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check
Shit these n***as rappin' 'bout, I done did for real
Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them n***as know the deal
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect