So look in my eyes, what will you leave behind once you've gone? (so precious) You got what you came for now I think its time to move on (when will you say) But these ghosts come alive like water and wine To them these streets belong My hands are soaking

I'm going to get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? (Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?) I got something for his ass. (Calm Down) No you Calm Down! (Man, what's you're problem?) Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?

He's got the whole world in his hands Hey, what can I say? Hey, what can we do? Here we are, it's me and you So let's take all the pictures we can take For the generation away I hope they'd talk about us that way There ain't no place I'd rather be Than

It's forever, this time I know and there's no doubt in my mind But everything about you is tellin' me this time Forever, until my life is through, girl I'll be lovin' you forever I gotta tell you what I'm feelin' inside, I could lie to myself, but it's

Fuck him he's a DJ All night long he's got the beat He playing that song it works for me Ah ha ha ha I I I I am losing time As you're feeding me this hot track I I I know what I've got on

I've got you under my skin I'd sacrifice anything come what might For the sake of having you near In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, repeats in my ear Don't you know you little fool, you never can win Use your mentality

They’ve been waiting for the dog to scratch If they don’t know by now, they about to find out Man, this is it This is what they’ve been waiting for baby This is what they’ve been waiting for Already got Grand Champ status Tell me how they feel about

What these bitches want from a nigga? Want from meeeee, want from me What you want from me? Want from me I gave it all I got, I won't let you get the best of me, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Before this rapping I wanted to be a kingpin On the corner with niggas

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Hold me down, hold me down Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Sneaking out the back door,