and got nothing good at Son, I was wrong they were right And now every if and every why Lay my head on the line every if and every why And it hurts and
eyes and got nothing good at Son, I was wrong they were right And now every if and every why Lay my head on the line every if and every why And it hurts and
don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I
t make 'em drink it, And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich, And still I don't abort 'em (?) when and if they sink quick, Ignore
them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if
them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if
stand and try to hide it I smoke a bowl or a spliff and uplift my sprits then I take a bong hit Hit it fuckin' hard and clear it Hit it with the left
get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak em, and do it every other weekend If
toes out Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga? I'mma Major
Licks Before Them 6 Fingers Nigga And If Youve Done It How We Done It Nigga Watch For The Law Cuz We Knew When They Were Commin. Nigga Haaands Up! And Every Summer
the mind and the muscle 50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas Fuck probation, if
her for you [Chorus: (sung)] Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself why, oh why See, you must understand, I can't work
fin to break some bread with the feds you dumb as hell I've been around the block before sold it off and rocked the blow And I don't fuck around when
's cryin', and then my voice comes in pow And in the middle of the night and this is what I tell her for you Every time I make a run, girl you turn around
care about a muthaf***a out there My heart cold and my wrist rock And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill 'Cause if