I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try She used to make me love her, now she make me realize It's money over bitches 'til the day I dizz-ie Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies Find out where he reside and find out where he hide Run up in that bitch like, "Hey!" pop-pop-pop, peace sign Percocet, Promethazine, you can call me P-Rod Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 I remember you, I was never into you I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out I tried to turn the fuckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas But my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas Kill your hoe too nigga, and your go-to niggas I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy If there's beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant I throw on a ski mask, that's a private party Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbent Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? Mulah, baby And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 I still don't know today Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident But still, I just don't, I I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him outta all these years Was that a accident or did he, or was he playing with the gun So I never really found out about what you know What really happened with him and that shooting