Rubber Band Man lyrics

Chorus] Ay, who I`m is? Rubber band man Wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand Who I`m is? Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man [Verse 1] Rubber band man, like a one man band Treat these niggaz like tha Apollo, and I`m tha sandman Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband Look`n fo` a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man Seven tyme felon, what I care `bout a case man? I`m campaignin` to bury tha hate, so say yo` grace man Ay, I don`t talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face I`m a thoroughbred nigga, I don`t fake and I don`t hate Check my resume nigga, my record`s impeccable Anywhere in tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable And tha M-I-A nigga I`m tryna keep it professional `Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap`n, I`m tell`n you From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York And everybody show`n me love that`s one to you all Yeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Call me trouble man, stay`d in some trouble man Some niggaz still hate`n on shawty so, they some suckas man Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show no `spect, but still I love `em man Dig it, lil` pimpin` got tha mind and tha muscle Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto` wit` no trouble Young cats is play`n today Marvin Gaye of my time Tryna stay alive, live`n how I say in my rhymes My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground I still smile `cause somehow I know he see`n me now And so I`m doing all my shows just like he in the crowd Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace) Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay. [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Grand hustle man mo` hustles than hustle man But why the rubber band? it representin` tha struggle man My folk gon` trap, until they come up wit` another plan Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land Gangstas who been servin, since you was do`n tha run`n man Went down, did 10, back `round and rich again That`s why I`m young wit` tha soul of a ole man I`m shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man I ain`t robbing, I`m just lookin for that dro` man For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin` hoes Rollin vogues, 24`s Let these other niggaz know [Chorus 2x]