2 run it snowman, 100 miles and Here the paramedics! It 1 for the money, 2 for the dough On the of 3 , niggas kicking at your Here the paramedics! It 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it the , 100 and gunning come the paramedics! Here come the pain! got a name Ever since an adolescent I've been in the game All I need is more weed, a something for the pain So good like a from T-Pain They say nobody til somebody kills you I say "go be somebody, even if it you." say "death smells like bad ass weave" Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga I swear to God, a couple by the night stand Clip my a hundred, case another hundred grand And get some rest when your keep waking ya The evil kicks in and demons start shaking ya Every night, dude, I wake up in a sweat Get dressed and hit the club in a cold God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold But why they still riding to your old Party by the beat, all still with ya Party by the big riders, still siding ya Party by the real niggas still to ya I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya They say pictures worth about a thousand These niggas talking like they really worth a birds Here come the paramedics, I done told you niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking vodka out the sunroof, Snowman driving Nigga live these shots: Put his ass on Survivor! up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest stack Let you suckers make it rain, make it Katrina And pile all them hoes in the of my Beemer Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 Top down, in the rain, California I'd be if I said I still flip birds ...Well I still flip birds! Word to the doors on this? I'm on a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and Patron? Put Michael Buffer us, and let's get it on! Hey Snowman, these niggas backwards I'mma the K out, and turn em back around Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you that bitch down? Tell the truth, it's me nigga, nobody else around Jeezy said a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather ? the best pound for pound, like I never lost a brick UPS, FedEx and tape to a bitch Put her ass on that that ho to stay down Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the Give a fuck a bitch Die for the paper, hustle Nigga, I take the sky from a The out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's These rappers saints, we pull them fucking gauges out Black in the door, at your lady house He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon it out You him off, so now all the K's is out ? shot him down the neighbor's house