And I'm like, okay (yeah, okay) Now when they see us on the streets All they wanna do is take pics And when they hear us on the beat All they wanna do is make hits And if you're feelin' how I'm feelin' How the world should be, perfectly Fire like I'm

(What a liar, what a liar, what a liar) You're such a liar You're selling your no-no all the time Baby, I seen your arms You won't know the truth if it hits you in the eye You said we were going out To the 100 Club Then you said it ain't my scene

The bullets in the gun It's that cold place in your soul And the fire in her eyes Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and Never see it comin' It just hits you by surprise Makes you come together They used to call me lightening

God bless the dead God bless the dead (that's right) (that's right) Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz That's right bwoy It's goin on, right here God bless the dead, and buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first Tell him shit got worse, I

In my head, it's going down In my head, I see you all over me In my head, you fulfill my fantasy In my head, you'll be screaming more I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the ropes (show you the ropes) I can see it going down, going down Just leave with

Seems like all the good shits gone Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even hard to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God... Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on, Do you ever think about me It keeps on

You see the hits? Lightwork Uh, you see the hits? Lightwork Long sentence, got bars, I'm a lifer No more pics with niggas we don't really fuck with Drop the beat then she might twerk Mi nah pick up Pecknarm yeah? You see the ting that ah gwarn It's a