[Intro]
From a nickel and dime ass n***a
To a top, top, top - (big rigga)
Check it
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it
Check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
It ain't a cell in this town that can hold me
And fuck the task force cause them suckas tried to fold me, scold me
Told me if I move that they was blastin'
Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin'
Who's a big baller? Who supply your crew?
Who got them big birdies in the box, is it you?
I never said a word, cause n***a I don't do so
You fools got some questions, better ask the lawyer Russo

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
I'm so international, and all about my cashional
18 milly irrational, speak mice
What you want fool, dogg tell me what you need
Bought a couple pints of Hennessey, an eighth of weed
It seems time's gettin' shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes, dubs, to quarters
Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 Water
N***as oughta - get to swervin'
Take a hit, hit the strip, then get to pervin'
[Verse 3: E-40]
Uh squa uh, squab music, mob music
Ride on a motherfucker and draw down on his ass in music
The 213, the 41510
Pull a ho without a motherfuckin' tug of war
40 Water, your playa partner
Ever since the womb, I've been a tycoon
Actin' up (actin' up)
Actin' tough (actin' tough)
Actin' bad with all kinds of guns and stuff

[Chorus]
From a nickel and dime ass n***a
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass n***a
To a top hat ballin' big rigga

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
I got a half a ounce, and a 'four to bounce
A half a brick to flip, large amount accounts
Life as a young n***a with loot don't count
Life as a young n***a with loot turned out
You know it ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Flow like fluid, you's included
Pursue it, subdue it, and run through it
Doin' what I do, it's hard to maintain my composure
Ah man, they came through with the doja, it's on
[Verse 5: B-Legit]
The motherfuckin' County ain't the place for the savage
A cock hound dank, smoke a n***a 'bout his cabbage
But if I'm ever caught I'mma ride my shit
Divorce my broad, but n***a keep my bitch
Bury my mail in my momma backyard
Steady poppin' cons to correctional guards
They fucks with my crew cause they claim that we be trouble
Them n***as from the V to the H-I double
I'm tryin' to get this party, tonight at this motel
A gang of bitches there, some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
My homie K-1 rollin' blunts at the crib
First I take a hit, strolls like a pimp
The motherfuckin' savage with the million dollar limp
Another big day for this timin' ass baller
Hit the block, stock in my ninety fin Impala
Let them pipes holla, I know I'm lookin' saucy
Nineteen shots, sittin' next to my faulty
Stash my notch, shake the spot and gets far
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' rap star

[Chorus]
From a nickel and dime ass n***a
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass n***a
To a top hat ballin' big rigga

[Verse 6: E-40]
Open shop with a sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
To a half ham, now I'm sittin' kilogram
N***as 'spect me to the upmost cause I'm highly spoken 'bout
N***as love me cause they know I'ms 'bout my paper route
I keeps my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid
Shit, for all I know they might decide to raid shit
Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted
But now they got some new and improved state of the art shit

[Verse 7: B-Legit]
Man, it's goin' down, am I livin' in the past?
This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass
You either take me in, or let this timer go
Or if you got some charges n***a let this timer know
I told you I'm a rapper, love to entertain
Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin' game
Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter
About Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 Water

[Chorus]
From a nickel and dime ass n***a
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass n***a
To a top hat ballin' big rigga