Boss Playa
Lupe Fiasco Lyrics

F'n'F up all day (all day).
I represent my crew, F'n'F, all day long without fail.

Young pro is on the cut always (always).
I am a young professional always on the scene and ready to make moves.

If you represent your set when you're rolling through the jets, Take your fingers off your triggers keep your hands of your Tecs. Check it.
If you are showing off your affiliation while in a public space, be mindful of danger and keep your weapons out of sight.

I'm really gnarly Really harder than tryna wheely Harleys I will leave hardly, life of the party Hotter than Saudis in furs in the Mojave Don't make me catch a body Take your fingers off your triggers keep your hands of your techs. Check it.
I am a force to be reckoned with, comparable to the difficulty of performing a wheelie on a heavy motorcycle. I am the life of the party and hotter than anyone else around me. But don't push me - I will react with violence, so make sure to keep your weapons out of reach.

First and Fifteenth probably Playa don't trip when the clique's in the party You trip, then it kick, like Mr. Miyagi I brought an extra clip in event of a robbery You flinch then it click like Clint, Dirty Harry Don't think that my money gettin' spent on Ferraris This game that was told is old as Ataris You sold into slavery The system I pimps, I limps like a Charley Horse. Bring the chorus!
The work I do is likely related to drugs, so don't get nervous or act up when my crew is around. If you do, I will react harshly and quickly, like Mr. Miyagi or a movie character Dirty Harry. I am always prepared and have extra weapons in case of danger. I am not interested in showing off with fancy cars - I know that the game I am in has a long history of exploiting and enslaving people. But I still participate and glamorize it, even if I feel like a limping horse. Let's get back to the main hook of the song.

Ain't it boss, playa? Homie, don't it be like that, When it be like that, When it's G like that? Homie you can't leave like that. When you bleed like that You won't be right back. What, you think we freeze right up When you breeze right up? Don't you bleed like us?
Isn't it impressive, player? You know how it goes in this game, when things get tough and real, you can't just walk away. Once you have been hurt, you won't come back in the same way. Don't assume we will be scared when you come up fast. We all bleed, just like you.

Paper makin' on top, Playa hatin' won't stop, Percolatin' on lock. If it's getting too hot Better go'on out the galley I'm a top cat, homes Got a phone in the alley And I locks that down When I zone, understand me And I drop rap poems Like domes on the Caddy, When the top back Go'on better stop that Like cops when you clock that Brougham goin' over the speed limit You spot that Somethin's been thrown like bones And you combin' for baggies And you see it's weed in his seat Me an' my man G Had a home in the valley And I just left New York And I'm goin' back to Cali Where I chop that, yup Gotta bone me a sal'ry And I'm back in the cut Still hungry as Shaggy Like I need that So free that the fee that See that keep it copasetic Don't do nothin' sudden Push the button Hustlin' to keep my leverage, uh!
I am making money through hustling, whether it's drugs or rap music. But I always have to be on guard, ready to flee or lock down an area. I am a top player in my world, with a phone in a secret location and a talent for crafting fierce rhymes. But when the authorities come after me, I know that I have to lay low and stop speeding around. I have been involved in drug deals in the past, but I am back in Cali where I will earn a salary in more legitimate ways. I am hungry for more success and will work hard to guard my reputation and keep hustling.

You can't destroy me Know who them boys be? I ain't no employee! I'm the boss, playa!
You can't bring me down or stop me from achieving my goals. You know my reputation and who I roll with, and I won't let anyone treat me like an employee or worker. I'm running my own game and am the boss.

I'm pimpin' with playas that be pimpin' I'm pimpin' this broad But how could one man be so pimpin'? Shit-if pimpin' is hard Cuz goofies Kill for that nookie even clap at they dogs Givin' they Heart to these chickens, I'm unstrappin' they bras Lendin' they Cars to these chickens even platinum cards All in the Mall with these chickens puttin' carats on arms I have 'em Posin' in pictures with my shaft in they jaws Laughin' cuz dro in my system Plus I'm havin' a ball Coulda been somewhere with open liquor, Drivin' the Porsche Ain't too many rich as flows as this in Robber Report Properties bought Believe I seen that watch in the sauce. Hot but his force Monopoly's my hobby and yours' Probably sports! It's obvious you saw me. Get lost! Give me some privacy See how many rocks in that cross You think of robbin' me But you don't want no problems young boy You wanna ride with me Make a choice the option is yours.
I am surrounded by other 'pimps' who are as ruthless and violent as I am. It's tough to be such a skilled pimp, because even weak men are willing to resort to violence to protect their women. But I am successful in part because I am willing to give these women what they need - material goods and access to high society. I even have them pose for photos with me and my penis. I am high on drugs and enjoying the lavish lifestyle I have created for myself, owning real estate and expensive watches. But don't think you can take what I have earned - I have plenty of security and will protect myself at all costs. If you want to join me, just make sure you are willing to play by my rules.

Man, the game ain't the same since the 'caine done stopped DEA's done slowed up the game 'round near Brainerd Park 'Bout the same time Greg Got shot in the head Nigga Pack got his momma's house Took by the feds But of course what you expect When you pitchin' where you rest Holdin' rocks beneath your tongue Wearin' slippers on your steps But for what? A couple pennies Not enough to by a semi So the corners of the dean was racin' niggas yellin 'Gimmie' That reminds me little Kenny got shot three months ago (damn.) Fresh out the hospital; shot three weeks ago (damn!) Come to find out only difference from the first Was the niggas that just got him ain't no different from the first And I wonder whatta happened to his crazy brother Spider Used to be my 'lil roadie back in 1995 so Last I heard he's doin' robbin' Shot some nigga in the Gardens He sat in the body cast behind the glass next to the sergeant
The drug game has changed a lot since cocaine stopped being so popular. Authorities are cracking down on dealers in my area and many of my associates have been caught or shot. But even with this risk, people continue to deal drugs. They hold rocks hidden in their mouths and wear casual clothes while doing business. These people are desperate for money but are earning barely enough to buy a gun. Competition in the drug game is steep, with rival dealers always trying to steal from each other. Violence is rampant and people are getting hurt or killed frequently. Even my own friends and acquaintances are being targeted, and I am worried about my own safety and the safety of others.