Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Yeah, mothafuckas better know I'm a bad bad bad Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib Turned his self

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

Alone again Spend some time away Getting ready for the day you're born again Spend some time alone Understand that soon you'll run with better men No use looking out It's within that brings that lonely feeling Understand that when you leave here

Than a jukebox and a bar One pushes me up the mountain And one rolls me down the hill And your incandescent notions As for me and my barely-beating heart There's no better prescription They can make cars drive themselves And prove time-travel ain't crazy

I'm on a plain I can't complain Love myself Better than you I know it's wrong So what should I do? I'll start this off Without any words I got so high that

Let her be she belongs to me And the moment comes when I no longer know your name Oh baby darling you will see Your blood belongs to him a soulless feast Heaven betrayed you They said that her soul could not be saved A better believer A lonely maiden

You're coming back! You've been gone much longer than you Ever said you had the plan to I'm just gonna wait 'till you come home Though I count the days, they're grey without you The weather's much better when I think about you I'm just gonna wait till

Through the years You've never let me down The sweetest days I've found I've found with you Right here with you It's better everyday You've kissed my tears away As long as it's okay I'll stay with you

But I'm stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then He said I wanna see you again She said you're ramblin' man You ain't ever gonna change You gotta gypsy soul to blame And you were born for leavin' She'd trade Colorado if

I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm Better watch out for the scammers, ooh Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm She a pretty little dancer, ooh I might take her to my mansion, hmm Hit her, then I vanish, ooh All