The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

Never been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you

Yeah, today the big day Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss What I'm doing? Getting money What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on us, but they

Pull your little arrows out Stuck me with a sickness Let me live my life Watch out Cupid The one I'd better lead All the blondes are fantasies And we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me". And looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play

1-8-7 (1-8-7) One eleven (eleven) (Machine baby) One MAC-10 (ten) 1-8-7 (seven) One MAC-10 (MAC-10) Let's a-go! Let's a-go (yeah)