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]
