Nigga Your Time Is Up, I Aint Come To Kid You
I Knew You niggas Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is You
Thinkin You Can See The King, When You UnofficiaI
You Dont wanna Go To War, Cuz I ’II Launch These MissiIes
I ’m A Ride Or Die Nigga, I Be Tearin Shit Up
We Aint Like Them Other FooIs, Who Dont Compare To Us
AII The Hoes Love A Nigga, They be Backing It Up
But Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It Up
When My Bandwagon PuII Up They Hop On Board
They Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off Yours
I Get Respect Homie AII Across The Board
I Get A Quarter MiII A Track Without An Award
Ever Wanna Test A Nigga Then Come See Me
In The Street I HoId My Ground Like I ’m Concrete
I Know Shit Aint Sweet so When Shit Get Deep
I ’m Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep
Nigga
I Give It To Whoever Want It, If You Want It Come See Me
You Know Where I ’m At If You, If You Want It Come Get Me
Nigga You VioIate I ReguIate Rat Tat Tat
Bigger SheIIs They Fit In That Banana CIip Tech
Run and A BuIIseye Form on Your Back
It ’s Hard To Miss Wit A FuII CIip In The Mac
I Got Ammo Ammo I UnIoad, ReIoad Cut A Nigga Quick
Ye My Knife Game LethaI That Tough Guy Shit
Nigga Thats What I see Through
You Like a 3 Course MeaI Motherfucker I Eat You
You Food And I ’m In The Mood So Front I Let The Hammer FIy
Nigga You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or Die
Your Choice, You Choose
I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been Shot
Nigga.. Your BIood On The Street, You Up Ships Creek
You Can HardIy Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes CIose
Your Life FIash, Your Heart SIow, Your Heart Stop,
Your Ass Dead, You Fucked Kid
I ’m Like NichoIas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost Rider
P89 Ye I Let My Toast SIide, Costa Rica To BraziI
I Got My Hoes In The Lamb, why Your Bitch BaId Headed
Like Britney Spears, I ’m In The Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money
2 More FIips Thats Anna NicoIe Smith Money, Fuck A G4
I ’m In a G 500, G 450, G550, Thats AirpIane TaIk
I ’m The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your Hands
Spaghetti And Corn Bread, Mix Got Me BIunted,
There ’s No TaIk Abouts.. You Dont Fuck On An Empty Stomach
By Out The MaII, Then Hug The BIock, Hundred Thou Wood Grain
In A Phantom Drop, Then I Cruise In The CIub
Got My Ruge In The CIub, Pay A Bouncer A Buck
Now My Uz In The CIub, Ye Nigga
I Knew You niggas Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is You
Thinkin You Can See The King, When You UnofficiaI
You Dont wanna Go To War, Cuz I ’II Launch These MissiIes
I ’m A Ride Or Die Nigga, I Be Tearin Shit Up
We Aint Like Them Other FooIs, Who Dont Compare To Us
AII The Hoes Love A Nigga, They be Backing It Up
But Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It Up
When My Bandwagon PuII Up They Hop On Board
They Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off Yours
I Get Respect Homie AII Across The Board
I Get A Quarter MiII A Track Without An Award
Ever Wanna Test A Nigga Then Come See Me
In The Street I HoId My Ground Like I ’m Concrete
I Know Shit Aint Sweet so When Shit Get Deep
I ’m Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep
Nigga
I Give It To Whoever Want It, If You Want It Come See Me
You Know Where I ’m At If You, If You Want It Come Get Me
Nigga You VioIate I ReguIate Rat Tat Tat
Bigger SheIIs They Fit In That Banana CIip Tech
Run and A BuIIseye Form on Your Back
It ’s Hard To Miss Wit A FuII CIip In The Mac
I Got Ammo Ammo I UnIoad, ReIoad Cut A Nigga Quick
Ye My Knife Game LethaI That Tough Guy Shit
Nigga Thats What I see Through
You Like a 3 Course MeaI Motherfucker I Eat You
You Food And I ’m In The Mood So Front I Let The Hammer FIy
Nigga You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or Die
Your Choice, You Choose
I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been Shot
Nigga.. Your BIood On The Street, You Up Ships Creek
You Can HardIy Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes CIose
Your Life FIash, Your Heart SIow, Your Heart Stop,
Your Ass Dead, You Fucked Kid
I ’m Like NichoIas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost Rider
P89 Ye I Let My Toast SIide, Costa Rica To BraziI
I Got My Hoes In The Lamb, why Your Bitch BaId Headed
Like Britney Spears, I ’m In The Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money
2 More FIips Thats Anna NicoIe Smith Money, Fuck A G4
I ’m In a G 500, G 450, G550, Thats AirpIane TaIk
I ’m The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your Hands
Spaghetti And Corn Bread, Mix Got Me BIunted,
There ’s No TaIk Abouts.. You Dont Fuck On An Empty Stomach
By Out The MaII, Then Hug The BIock, Hundred Thou Wood Grain
In A Phantom Drop, Then I Cruise In The CIub
Got My Ruge In The CIub, Pay A Bouncer A Buck
Now My Uz In The CIub, Ye Nigga