Pimpin Ain't Eazy

Pimpin Ain't Eazy [Intro]: Ty, they dead, flies everywhere Y’all know that, it’s Lil Kodak, you play, you late Ain’t no punk in me.. ain’t no punk me but I be pulling out the strap Cause I’m a dyke, son [Chorus]: I be pullin’ out straps on these f*** niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can’t f*** with me If a ni*** says it’s up, ni*** start with me! What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me Aye, What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me [Verse 1]: I was in the 8-5, me and Pac hittin’ it I been out 6 months, made 4 million Slide in the 6-4, windows tinted Nigga had to get low, boy start hittin’ F*** around, hit the lil’ hoe no jimmy If a ni*** say go, better go kill him Said that Lil’ Zo can cut throat with no feelings Mama watch her own boy turn into a menace I don’t care, I go fed and get a life sentence I want everybody dead, ni*** no limit I don’t shake niggas hands, cause I ain’t friendly When I pull up to the crib, had no panties I been leanin’ to the right, like I’m on xannies I been thuggin’ all my life, I ain’t romantic When I whip out the .45, don’t panic When I whip out the .45, don’t panic [Chorus]: I be pullin’ out straps on these f*** niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can’t f*** with me If a ni*** says it’s up, ni*** start with me! What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me Aye, What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me [Verse 2]: New AP, flood, water on my butt like a tub I got my lil’ gun in the club, don’t worry about me, I’m a thug You a kill a street ni***, get a dime If you kill a rap ni***, get a dub Big chain on my neck, don’t budge Fuckin’ DeJ Loaf like a stud I swapped out the mic for the gun I swapped out the ice for the mud I swapped out the spice for the bud Fuckin’ on a dyke, I’m in love I’m fuckin’ with a dyke, she the one Kodak don’t show no remorse, I be automatic tryin’ get a ni*** touched Kodak on tour, with his boys, say they got a whole gun store on the bus Missy Elliott, come and sex me Hoppin’ off a jet, to a check, to a jetski I beatbox a ni*** like the music I’m thuggin’ in my Rebok, I never need Gucci I don’t even see the confusion I’m fuckin’ Young M.A., long as she got a coochie Say she got the strap and the toolie, say she put the crack in her booty [Chorus]: I be pullin’ out straps on these f*** niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can’t f*** with me If a ni*** says it’s up, ni*** start with me! What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me Aye, What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me