Got a new gig here you come again kid
Fresh out the dog done did your bid
But you can't stay here no more
Not in this crib
Not with the foul way that you used to live
I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month
Not giving a *****about what I want
Break uhh breathe lyte breathe
The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get s**t fixed
Cause of your *****ing death wish
Broken glass everywhere cause a mother*****a like you just didn't care
Got my s**t shot up had to buy a new body for my benz cause of your wild a*s friends
Years ago when you started on the scene back and forth smuggling s**t from caribbean
It was you and your boy dunn making them suicide runs
But it was all in fun till dunn tried to run with half of your cut
Now your boss is looking at you saying what the *****is up
What's up but you say *****him you could start your own ring and things
Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing
Now you got eight men working 7 days a week
2 be the runners 5 on the street
1 be the side kick the right hand you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man
They'd kill to be where you are oh yeah the d**glord superstar
You got a new crib new truck new car
Trying to fit in throwing parties for them big type rap stars
But on the other side of town s**t is getting hot your man got shot
And they blew up your tree spot on 125th and st nick s**t is getting thick
Your boy got caught in st martin with a brick now he's exile
You down to 6 mother*****as and 3 of them mother*****as is nothing but suckas
I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black
Now I ain't never called ya no s**t like that I'm fed up
I can't take it no more you see I'm blazing at th
