yo, ya know what i want? i want the beat to drop in right, like...now
niggas be thinkin im crazy right? (yeah, you are crazy) i aint crazy (you are crazy) atleast i dont think im crazy, i think my shit is hott, i think im hott (you hott but you crazy) why they want..i dunno
its the money that makes shit get ugly its the money that make these hoes love me its the money that make niggas wanna slug me man i thought the money would make it all lovely
yo i actually write what i do or see the felonies from day to day make me say what i say when i die my auto be worth as much as picasso dont cry for me smile for me an' if you see dem niggas who wet me, wow for me remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed, an all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack let my tombstone read "i tried" an from the start everything i wrote was from my heart so its always gon be number 1 on my chart i get sensitive wit my shit, dont fuck with my art sometimes it sounds like im playin' but im sayin' this shit is real it aint a game
(chorus) they say the good die young i guess these grimy niggas live a long time sit in fancy whips, sip champagne, an' shine keep your eyes on yours while i keep my eyes on mine (repeat) (end chorus)
first it happened to stretch, then to pac and big im convinced it could happen to anybody here so i get vest-ed up when i get dressed up an' the hood is messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up if its Don that u drinkin, fill up my cup if u gossipin' about me, shut the fuck up why dont niggas act like they hard? when they know they but. when gettin' robbed aint a good time to press your luck dude listen, if you move, ima hurt you you'll get your time to shine later, paitence is a virture right now, what you need to do is gimme the cash forget about your boss bein' mad, just save your ass be a good boy, now go an' get your stash i see you throwin next to the garbage can like it was trash ight run along before i shoot your ass i hate to do this to you, bt i really need this cash
i know we all gonna go, but i hate to go fast, then again i dont think it'd be fun to stick around an' go last man listen if you really really like this shit, nigga call steve stout (?) and ill write your shit call him now before i drop for real cuz after i drop im gonna be chargin y'all niggas like 40 a pop to each his own me? i'd get it while it was cheap typical mentality, i know. straight from the street 1999's the year of the predator killin' to eat niggas will treat you like an egg when you come to cop with your beat gimme your dough, oh your wore your jewels? what a treat. your a generous guy, take 'em off or die man, we hurtin round here, aint nobody slingin pie, look around, aint nobody 'round here fly why you around here with this shit anyway? huh? you high? kiss your ass goodbye
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