, A certain man was set upon and robbed of all his gold. They beat him and they stripped him, and they left him there for dead. Who was it then that come
God? That n-gga died why the f-ck am I still alive? I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all
I got a part to play, we going hard these days Fuck the harder way, we're doing it the smarter way To my God I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets
at I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where y'all hands is at, get it? Got it [Chorus] Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere Yeah, I ask who want it,
my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps Packin', askin' who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Biggie,
Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it Well, it doesn't really matter does it 'Cause it be dependin
So listen very close as I conduct this little study See it's funny to me, you can watch TV And give up your life trying to be all you can be In the
it going on. She had a name tag on Roxy Carol Stepped up to her like hello We was kicking it I said I got this dick sup on lickin it She said I'm
wear it for the thousands who have died Believin' that the Lord was on their side I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died Believin' that we all
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all
it all would go away Or maybe I should pray for Jesus Christ To just un-pretzel me Tryin to pray for change But sometimes it feel like he lets it be So
I crank it up and let it beat (YEAH) Turn it up like boom boom boom boom Let it beat like bang bang bang bang Turn it up like boom boom boom boom Let
Dear Ol' Dirty Bastard, no, no Dear, Baby Jesus, no that's not it Dear Dirt McGirt, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Look man, it's this girl that I really like,
lil' white children, Jesus Who he blame it on, me, you understand me? That's some bullshit, I don't feed the animals and the high wire That's bullshit, y'all
gone do it regardless But all this commotion they causin' I ain't wit it We ain't wit it They can get it all it takes is a call And my dogs will be
outfit fresh You bitches get jealous when you see me coming Y'all would too if you see my woman Y'all know what we 'bout to do This shit here 'bout