Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to right now Niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? You are I crazy, you are crazy At least I don't think I'm I think my shit is hot, I I'm hot You hot but you Why they Man, I don't know
It's the money that makes get ugly It's the money makes these hoes love me It's the money that niggas wanna slug me Man, I thought the money make it all lovely Yo, I write what I do or see The felonies from day to day me say what I say When I die my art will be worth more Picasso's cry for me, smile for me And if you see them niggas that wet me, for me
Remember the good times, the chips we The we packed And all the bricks we from coke to crack Let my tombstone read, "I tried" and from the Everything I wrote was from my So always be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck my art it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin' This shit is real, it ain't a
They say the die young I guess these grimy live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on
say the good die young I guess these grimy live a long time Sit in whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my on mine
First it happened to then to Pac and Big I'm convinced it can to anybody kid So I get vest up when I get up In the hood it's messed up, runnin' 'round shootin' shit up If it's Dom that you drinkin' up my cup If you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the up Why do act like they hard when they know they butt? And gettin' robbed a good time to press ya luck
listen, if you move I'ma hurt you You'll get turn to shine later, patience is a virtue Right now what you need to do is gimme the Forget about your Boss mad, just save ya ass Be a Boy now, go and get your stash I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was Alright run along I shoot ya ass I hate to do this to you but I really this cash
They say the good die I guess these grimy live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and Keep eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die I guess these grimy niggas live a time Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine Keep eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go Man listen, if you really like this shit Nigga call Steve Stoute and write ya shit him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop I'ma be chargin' niggas like Forty a pop To each his own, me? I got it while it was mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street
1999's the of the predator, I'm killin' to eat Niggas'll treat you like a egg, you to cop you get beat Gimme your dough, oh, you wore your What a treat You're a generous guy, 'em off or die Man, we 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies around, ain't nobody 'round here fly Why you 'round here this shit anyway? Huh? You high? See, you done the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye
They say the good die I guess these grimy niggas live a time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and Keep your eyes on while I keep my eyes on mine
say the good die young I guess these grimy live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and Keep eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine