Webbie - Retarded lyrics

I'm stackin, rappin but if I just so happened
Was it I probably would be posted up thuggin
Sellin crack or somethin
I had to leave it alone
Cause the rats are something
Look like my return won't be long
The streets keep asking for me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and A Town
Wheres the motherfuckin crown
I don't have no fuckin friends i'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10
Bitch don't let me down coloaborate
Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick
Spoil bitches don't want share
So I'm taking this shit
I'm a 110 street cat and had
My back against the hope
No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood
And hoes
I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but
A bitch ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik
Thank big labels ain't come
Shitd we just trying see which one bITCH!

I'm so retarded and I'm gon all hard and
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate to see a nigga ballin
They rather see a nigga coughin
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money
Bitch nigga regardless

If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin
And if it don't make money
It don't make sense
And If you really ain't bout nothing
You better zip your lips
Cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip
Man My grand so ridickuless You
Can call me the clips
And I slap all my bitches you
Can call me a pimp
I'm like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit JLo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till the touch
So many people up in heaven
Dat I miss so much
Vest up up wit my chest and
Stomach not becuz I'm scared
But no they coming I hope they
Don't shoot for my head

18 riding lacks nigga how you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give
Me dat shake back nigga
Yall ain't got do shit
Just leave it to me Push record for yo boy
And lay back and kick up yo beat
Turn up the beat
A pen paper give me one sheet
Put a barcode on it distribute this heat
I got the biggest fuckin bug
Buzzin in this streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N T
But, you forgot bout me
Thought I was gone where I'm gone go
I run this mother fucker
I'm the spice in the gumbo
I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats
All I fuckin want more
You gone gets wats mine
Oh, no, you a dumb ho still good
Still can get you rite on the down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I'm the nigga wit the snow
2 let y'all niggas do y'all thang so
I hope y'all been gettin it wat up playa
I'm the new mayor of the city nigga