One, two, one two three four! (instrumental)
I let my baby boy go under, no wonder I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple beam I'ma make the
I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on the block all day Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way Like, if I get caught I'ma pay illegal life, livin
said that she was single, yo, leave or make up, damn! I'm out in L.A. within a week Honies go to size C from an A cup V.A. is you wit me now Couple
yo iA'm sick as a motherfucker,bitch you a motherfuker you tryin'to diss on a motherfucker like me iA'll kill you motherfuckers Its a motherfuckin' shame
back I'm like, ?The fuck I'm going outta there? And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him there And I'm a winner if I make it cross the
trapping We the Best that's the lesson I'll take you pussies to college Imagine me I'm gutta, now be the best it's of Heaven I swear that till I perish I
ya friends said they aint see him, and him from A.M. (M) to P.M. (M) Ill be chillen wit a hoe in the next B.M. yo I dodge fast cant mess wit es crack
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I thought you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New York Cityyyyy) (New York Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you like
black man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for separateness My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack Of a smack to a bird
' to Pac me Or Biggie Smalls me, come on please With these gemstars, I'm Jason Vorhees A's loose, so much pain inflicted, remain addicted Carry microphones
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I thought you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New York Cityyyyy) (New York Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you
black man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for seperateness My grandfather snake was a jake, or a jack Of a smack to a bird who
I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin' flights to rip it elsewhere Drinkin' up Black and Tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man, long
spot. You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact They say
candy apple tray she gets heavy in L.A. When Track died, Mack cried Once we start banging again then he did a back slide I was in tune with the sun,
a gun makes you a tough guy? (It's nice to be both, but it's very difficult) Lemme tell you somethin', I've seen more guys with guns (But if I had
, yeah I'm like to fuck, I'm gonna get outta there And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him there And I'm a winner if I make it 'cross
