The clock is tickin n***az lookin for a b***h they can drop and strip
Or cock back and d**k em
I ain't out here clubbin cousin just to f**k with a n***a
Who straight thuggin and show no lovin
Five seconds on the war I ain't wit a n***a say no more
Keep it real pays to be the boss
Everyday I'm at war with these ma'f**kers
One day I'ma be on top let me explain somethin
N***az ain't givin you s**t but hard d**k
Last call for drinks at the bar we gon' get bent
Anybody got a problem with me they got a problem with he and Montana
Ain't gon' be that sweet n***az die for me
Uh Uh..
I had to step it up a notch the all metal Benny watch
'Meg for real I'm in the ghetto a lot
Yo f**k all that don and king s**t
I'm tryin to be a convict who got rich like Don King did
Ya smallminded I'm a behemoth
Ya stature is like half of what I spent on sneakers
N***az gossip like women but wanna be the man
Who bought a Hummer six months after the BM
You dream of me failin talkin in ya sleep
People so careless
Either you don't care or you think I don't hear it
Here's a quote from the late great Christopher Wallace
"I sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson"
Hitman like Bronson vigilante
You want to get on son you need to ask me
I ain't livin on the strength of no man
I'm livin on an acre don't worry about me
Get ya weight up
Like Brooklyn and J.J. Building
My AK feeling more kids then Bebe get it
I twist ya wig back like ShaNayNay did it
You a son like K.J. n***a
I'm the one like Rod Strickland
I quit thuggin my art/nbsp
Wishin I could be like Law Diggas
Who chilled off summer and/nbsp pushed RV's in harsh winters
Now most of them all/nbsp rhyme p a hard sentence
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