what we wanna do [Verse 2] You wanna get shot, go ahead run up on my spot My lawyers will have me out by 1 o?clock Go ahead get dropped tryna get what
Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still, I try to get money, stay fly Finish the race, holdin' my crown high I fly next to God, my eyes on
o Felix o Harry o Jumps o Ollie o Ryan o Will o Empire Horns o Highlights o
outta me Function on higher levels like a Shoalin Priest on Hydro I can see time flies yo So when we making moves, you either with me Yo what skills you
me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I O-bide by the laws of
thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you, so carry on his legacy, something i must do, and I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me
- Layzie - (Krayzie in the background - 'swing low') God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me
enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me Now that I'm gone None of my enemies can hate on me now
, son beepin', we drove off It's money on it, until them young niggas don' on it Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it Make a toast for hours
and we're like the lion Many of times me haffi strap with me iron Never scared, never fret Gangsta for life til my last breath Momma even if dem kill me
with me in between I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind But you'se a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got J.O. up on my right
your man to show up? And when he finally does, round about four o'clock in the morning with whiskey on his breath and the smell of another woman on his
lullaby Jerusalem breathes, brining me ease From the Brooklyn squeeze Dirty [unverified] bring ya down to ya knees Trap me like a lion, [unverified], "leave me
as the amounts roll in I'm real I thought I told ya, I'm really been on Oprah, that's just me Nothin' phony, don't hate on me What you get is what you
Talking that mother fucking baby shit You'z a punk ass nigga can't you see Thatz the difference between niggas like you and me I got bitches, on my mind
and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin' The K the I the D R O C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch
is the case, they wanna throw me I guess these muthafuckas don't know me O.G. rock called a yay slanger VA's finest Underground muthafuckin' king, call me
-0-0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette And never even seen me blink get me bustin' a