We just sittin’ here tryna win, tryin’ not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke, need oxygen
Steadily countin’ them Benjamins
Nigga, you should too, if you knew
What this game’ll do to you
Been in this shit since ‘92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like niggas move like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick
‘Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo’ game, talk yo’ shit
[Grab yo’ gat, call yo’ clique
Squeeze yo’ clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you’ll take B
Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly
I’ma tell you like a nigga told me
“Cash Rule Everything Around Me”
Shit, lyrically niggas can’t see me
Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch ‘fore you caught yourself lovin’ it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin’ it
Doesn’t it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo’ Thugs dudes
Who’s the killer: me or you?