the wake of what's been done. Oh, oh It's good, It's old Oh, oh It's good?, It's old Oh, oh It's good, It's old Oh, oh And all this time I ran away
nigga blow up they gon' build statues for me Old money Benjamin Button, what? I nutting Now superbad chicks giving me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelle's
it's time that we eat Harlem's back, this time it's for keeps You rolling or not? The Takeover's now, y'all focused or not? We been ready it's just that
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go But if I live to see another day, another funeral It's sad, I look into they eyes Damn, everybody's
Anything and everything about the affection That you get when what you've got then 10 times 42, what's that got to do with anything this song's about
something you know what im sayin or hold it one or the other know wut i mean im bout turning heads turnin tricks and turnin it in know what im saying
nigga blow up they gon? build statues for me old money benjamin button whaat?! nuttin now superbad chicks giving me mcLovin you would think I ran the world like michelle?s
's be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like ramello's pops from sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips
trap me I blast out I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouthi wake up with the mad south You know how many chinks and jews drag's done dragged out, on a cash
been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggaz done
me I blast out I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth I wake up with the mad south You know how many chinks and jews Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route
me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor???? the jury That's when I need celeb status and the blackness This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a life
i'll rock like a f**kin fossil I'm mad at the track, and i'll beat it like Hector Commadule What's poppin, what it do, what's happenin, what's crackin
bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9 It's all mine, faggots ride bench when it's crunch time So bump mine
me the mic and I rock like a fuckin fossil I'm mad at the track And I beat it like Hector Comacho What's poppin, what it do, what's happenin, what's
a nigga blow up they gon build statues for me Old money Benjamin Button, whaat, nuttin Now superbad chicks giving me mcLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelle's
If you ain't been a part of it at least you got to witness Bitches [Chorus:] It may not mean nothing to ya'll But understand nothing was done for me
16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips