this way You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G I feel ya partner but I worry a lot Bust shots I know you're tryin' to comfort me But I don't want no
Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was
it You're dead I'm livin You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what? Nigga from the Central and I'm gonna stay rich West Side's up - L.A., nigga
curls 'Cause as if you look around all you could see were girls I love ladies Yeah I think it's time that I tell the truth I been dissin' females since
my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up So
dope while you're livin' In a sniper's scope, I'm not tryin' to scare you but there's a danger If you get too deep, some nights I don't sleep, all you
beef I got is the steak I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite East, West, North, South, Moon, Star I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are I hope y
for blue or for blow I guess From Bankhead at the old projects No more stress, now I'm straight Now I get it, now I take time to think Before I make
up You know I'm tryin to see what's up- with you Eh. And I ain't thinkin 'bout your man he shoulda had you by the hand 'cause I'm your number one fan Girl I
it's really on Now I can go on and on but I refuse to cause I might lose you Let's cruise to the soulful sounds I'm tryin to make y'all get down And put
I party like a rockstar I look like a movie star I play like an all star I fuck like a pornstar Baby I'm a superstar Always posted at the bar Always
gangsta shit (Wake up) I thought these fools knew Out on the scout I'm about my papers 'Cos ain't nobody doin Dee no favors I'm tryin' to get major
I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the
Ving ain't lie I done came through the block in everything that's fly I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex I never claimed to have wings
that off my mind And all you thugs with your war stories startin' to bore me I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory I'm tryin' to hear B.I.
when I'm in here, I don't really care 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way
it up 'Cause they're just not good enough but I'm not givin' up 'Til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough 'Cause I'm not livin' up to