Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Jacob sold me my first couple pieces I was killing niggas who misunderstood what deceased is Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it Driving Scott Storch’s Bugatti ‘fore

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees my

We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga Uh, looking like an open safe, nigga Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her We in this bih looking like an open safe, nigga Turn the music up Mustard on that beat, hoe Tattoos on my face, nigga

Don't recognize you You ain't a friend to me yet Look I ain't did shit to you yet I ain't even shit on you yet You ain't my enemy yet But you ain't a friend to me yet Now I see the fear and the threats I see that it's hard to connect I see niggas calling

Don't stop, don't stop Big dawg, autobiography She told me I'm the one, I looked over, said obviously Then looked up in the mirror like, who the fuck stopping me, huh? Who stopping me, nigga? At the top, my girl the only one on top of me, nigga Who

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to