yo, yo, ATOT, I ask all of you, what should I do when I'm between a brick wall and about 100 half-rappin' fools?/They got wicked macks and tec-9's, but they're also trying to take what's mines/and in my mind I can't back down cuz I'm a rebel of the underground, there we go, I just found/the quick pace of my heart, this is a start to comin' up on some smooth pimp sh!t and drivin' a Benz whip with my girl/she can put her feet all up on the leathers, cuz I'll always have plenty of cheddas with my sugar Mama/I'm not on some Jerry type sh!t like some folks, he knows who he is, that's probably where they got the idea for the show/from all these neat freaks who get obsessive about the butter soft leathers, not knowin' the womens is soft like feathers/each an Angel fallen from the Heathers, pedals to the metals when he notices a pair of shoes on the seat of his lame ass 4.6/in fact, y'all can suck the sticks, ya aren't men, you're punk bitches only out for ya riches and from what I can see you're all a bunch of dirty snitches/so sit on that and spin, I got my eyes on the prize and ya know I'm gonna win.