before they find out it was me momma This may be the last time you see me free ma Don't spend it cryin' You did your best, me I was blessed, know you
, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride
the Jeep, and you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of
bad bitches rub my dick against their uvula Everytime I hit the streets It's like a fuckin' movie bra You know what I do to ya Say glad you gave the studio They gon' leave you
mostly been on some dark clouds and rainy days It's cold nights and heart pounding heavily After all this financial problems miniscule You can overcome then you can do
disco tech Shoulda' Protect ya Neck And do they think they got me? (I don't know) They seen ya picture, baby? (Don't think so) Now do your mission and while you
still can't let you pass me Yo, what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came
Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole A car came to the rescue, I bailed in and said, "Bless you But what made me the man you
turn to go Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo' You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to
you shoot you better kill 'Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will, you won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain Why, because my mind clicks
! Motherfuckers think it's sweet Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain You ain't never feel my pain You don't know what the fuck I'm goin
of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into
Say what you wanna say! Say what you wan' say! Do What You Wanna Do! Do What You Wan' Do! Be What I'm Gonna Be, That's all I gotta be, You just a wannabe
while I'm getting paid to say: Your parents had it harder than what you do So what you cryin about? These little things that you goin through Aint nothing
While blocks young guns on the grind Out on the field what would a tribe nigga do In a kill or be killed situation Drama's what you motherfuckers facing
yo son go and see him muthafucker you fucked his mother the God Damn common courtesy never applied to you cause you thought she lied to you you couldnt
need Is time, time All I need, all I need Is time To put you right where you need to be Lenz up in the game now the shit ain't what it used to be, nah