Sex with me, so amazing All this all work, no vacation Stay up off my Instagram with your temptation Hit a switch on a fake nigga like a station Vodka and water, and a lemon And a few other things I cannot mention Ooh nana nana five fingers on it Five

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon I be ridin' 'round everywhere, I dare one of y'all lil' niggas to test me I keep on drivin' 'round, got me goin' through all these transgressions Shootin' niggas and foolin' 'round, won't let me

Picture me rollin' Is y'all ready for me? Clear enough for ya? Yea right Why you niggas look mad? Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free! Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz

(To stay true!!!) To all my niggas So we, mash di place, run di place, bun di place, dun di place Anyone in the place tonight you don't wanna be a witness then walk away (Akon!!!) Cause I'm a soldier that love to fight and anyone in my path will die

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

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

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes

My niggas got a streetsweeper, air the whole block out Fuck around and blow the whole stock out Real street nigga, we gon' fuck around and pop out We gon' bend your block and we gon' spin again (spin again) If she wanna fuck, she gotta bring a friend

You buy my songs Wanna dedicate this joint right here To Johnason, Jackson, and George Jackson Peace to those brothers Wanna shoutout my man sherm the worm? Come home nigga Come home niggas?