Way before the fame (Bounce) Out the blue, like a Crip But I never bang though They know, we've been at it way before the fame, ho Way before the fame, ho At it way before the, way before the fame ho (Bounce) Way before the, way before the fame ho

Where to go and what to do Wasted hours that you make new All those wasted hours we used to know Spent the summers staring out the window The wind it takes you where it wants to go At first they built the road then they built the town That's why we're

Told that bitch give me head Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco Got a 100 grand in my side pocket All the hustlas love it, you know I speak the lingo (OBG Niggas) Haaaan, Los (Original Bad Boy Gang) What they talkin' bout (Coke Boys) Hear them niggas

And now that you're gone And I can't go on Just wanna be with you I just wanna be with you (be with you) I got to be with you some how Monday night I feel so low I count the hours, they go so slow I know the sound of your voice Can save my soul

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

The land they gave us was always ours Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh I know that it's hard to face reality, mm And when they changed, they were all surprised but me And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah And we rock all this ice

Better find this all And I found out where it's all at And I want it all Forgot it all Crafty friends where'd they all go Try and find but no one ever knows You fall down makes you want to stay Who the hell would want to anyway Well I'm leaving

Somebody's been drinking Somebody's been thinking about us Somebody's all alone, picking up the phone Somebody's gonna be knocking Saying 'hey can I stay, one more time, it's ok' So here we go again And they know they ought to just hang up Somebody's

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle Dope been coming so you know the income major Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger Contract killers