Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

Are you havin' any fun? You ain't gonna live forever Have your little fun, son! Have your little fun! Hey fellow with a million smackers And nervous indigestion Rich fellow, eats milk and crackers I'll ask you one question You silly so and so

If it's just me, Then it's just me, I'll take the blame, take the shame, walk away, no questions asked Leave the best of me with you and you can leave me in your past No battle cry, no battle scars We're only down one broken heart I guess you're free, if