on, staying on top You can't lose, what you don't push into the pot You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck Go all in, if you're feeling
bounce, make it make it bounce Subnoize in this mother fucker turn the party out like BLOW strange the name KC with the gangsta shit yeah ya know Misery for life homie Don't
feet bonapetite no second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate love the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me [Chorus
we ballin) Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me) Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me The cash the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's Don't
me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet So listen mister, don't you ever forget The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With
up When you're gone I wanna go too Like Johnny and June, like Johnny and June More than life itself, no one else This endless promise They don't make
pills and he's still too proud to die Mr. Phillips never said anything behind nobody's back Like, "Dammit Elvis, don't he know, he ain't no Johnny Cash
me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie. Respect the old school and make room for the new Now tell me you don't love what this country boy can do Go
you watching? Mary watch over me Got a faded photograph Lying just like me I folded it in half I keep it with me Oh, you didn't go quietly Into the
lot like Johnny Cash There's another, she shakes the ground Oh Lord! I hope she don't charge by the pound Yet they all look good to me 'Cause I know
behind so we gotta go" He said "Marty, I tell you what you do You just go on back down there and you make us proud And remember wherever you go There
they ask me "Cash" like Johnny, "Banks" like Ashley Burning like a Camel like Stupid hoe ash me But don't ask me shit about me And know the game really ain't shit without me
fix it I don't wanna hear the bitching and ah.. Damn holdin back the water flow that'll food up your high plains High percifitation make me wanna go
got shot Life is hard, so I gotta be strong I gotta keep it right so I can't go wrong I write rhymes, Gemini my sign I got a nine I don't rhyme about
the aftermath Here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his
friends all said that thing oughta go So I packed my bags and I hit for Nashville town Well, I wanted to get me a big star to do it So I made me a list
thugged out orthopedic 'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up Niggas try to stick me like Abdul Lerima, follow the leader Make me go
, be on the size gee But don't try to milk me, or even homogenize me I pasterize trying to skim through my papes I carry thee Marry me for my salary,