Whoever said love was easy A piece of you is gone Is it something that you want? Something you should know? My friend you ought to know I'm afraid it's time to know Should not have told you, oh Something that you need? Do you know they told you wrong?

Ooh, came in this bitch with the same gang Same gang since the beginning (Yeah) All in this bitch tryna maintain Ain't worried about no woman (No) Bought a new whip with a big rims Ooh, 30s, they spinnin' (Skrrt) Pieces, know that they hittin' Bitches,

Midget Saw, a deadly fate Chopped up limbs become shark bait Midget Saw, the pirate's code It says that both your legs must go Chopped to pieces Ripped to shreds You're gonna wish that you were dead! Who's that short man what does he do? He killed that

Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy House so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby You talking money, need a hearing aid You

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

It's evolution, baby Admire me, admire my home I'm ahead, I'm a man I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah I'm at peace with my lust I can kill 'cause in god I trust, yeah I'm at piece, I'm the man Buying stocks on the day of the crash

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make

Killer, intruder, homicidal man If you see me coming run as fast as you can. I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. I have no remorse for the blood that I spill. A merciless butcher who lives underground. I'm out to destroy and I will cut you down.

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king,

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'