= It's the end of the road, it's like the red moon, Over tibet, theory of the 12 monkeys, left in this cold war hungry, We kill over blood money, the
go aluminum Got 'em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin' 'em I'm lookin' at this niggaz longevity, to make a big play But then it might be a
guns I'm a rare one, camos and some rare ones Where I'm from's a circus, hope you don't expect a fair one Dropping hundreds like it ain't nothing Really
Life's a bitch and I feel her Aint nobody iller, ? Godzilla Catch me blowing vanilla's Used to be blood money now it's go hard scrilla After I count it
watch what the fuck you say It's ya mouth that started the shit Now you actin' all retarted and shit Dog I came to play my part and that's it We had a
and racket hear it, rap niggas fear it Fuck what you heard it's what you hearing How much darker must it get? How must harder must it hit? See if ya hardest
whip with two pounds in it Pull over where the hustlers be (And why's that) 'Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' ki's So I'm always where the
some money on it"} But it don't matter though cause I'ma go get it Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it That's why I get (Cash Money) like it
wrote six aces and at the same dice games, i caught six cases all over big faces, now it's tipped laces ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't
the best that ever did it, the rest never lived it Gettin' bucked at a bing-time, stressed on a visit I'm Y2K in a flesh, the future at it's best Nevertheless
a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a
ipate it, stupid nigga hestiated Now his remains be cremated (?)(?)(?) never debated The killings clean, its shyne related Do it like suicide can't retrace it
pa, it's a wrap but when your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap for real, we straight thug it Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard
out in L.A. within a week Honies go to size C from an A cup V.A. is you wit me now Couple bricks of that yay and it's Philly bound, feel me now I'd
into cardiac It's the art of rap at the illest form From a killer's point of view, who thrives off the area jealous ones You could tell it's on from
's real, what's up with that 'I shot ya' deal? Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a
mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch And it's a myth,
Now watch me move through the city, gutta be my religion Only vision to get it is take it without a witness They say they want me dead and it's fuck them that's