(Dying, yeah, yeah, gangstas, gangstas, gangstas) I made a decision last night that I would die for it Just to show the city what it takes to be alive for it (Tried to kill me but they still want the views) Yeah, for the dogs dem, you know Man when shit

I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you

I know all about the honor of god, I've got bases to cover Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go Six o'clock on a Christmas morning, And for what?

They ain't never get this live, though Somebody sure got a birthday, somebody gon' turn eighteen You know what that means, you know, you know You could have whatever you want You know what that means About four million in gold chains, 'bout ten million

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak

(They tryna blackball me) They tryna blackball me, they say I get too much money They want my name from me because they know what it do They say I'm A-Rod, n****, cause I got the juice They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe Soon as I

Who would you die for I want to know what makes you feel I want to know love truly heals I want to know (who would you die for) When you walked into the party You dropped in with a group of friends I didn't notice they were there Was it the way your

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

All I know is I've heard this all before Reality's a bore (is a bore) You ask me to believe it (never believe) Something they provide Can't bring myself to, do what You want me to (want me to) This is who we are and (who we are) Nothing's gonna change