Man them niggas killing bout nothing Show up at the spot with the choppers like Full fifty shots, clear the block nothin' If you made it the bottom to the top like nothing You don't owe a nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You don't owe a nigga Nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You don't owe a
Put your in the air, I'd like to make a toast In it goes down, yeah you know I got my toast And you really from the streets that's when they hate you most And when you really got it then that's when hate you close Knew him back in the day when we was money Now time I see the nigga he be actin funny Don't you niggas see it? I'm a pressed for time Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press And I ain't feelin what you sayin ho, you out of I have you feeling I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple my lady friend So they can meet me at the telly in the Benz
Nigga you see me getting mine, you get yours Are you the one doing the serving or you served? Or you the one doing the jackin, or you gettin Or you the one that's goin hard or you back And I don't in falling back, bitch I'm goin hard They see me fucked up, man I swear to God They praying that I fail, I'm that I rise I guess the didn't work so now they tellin lies Oh he did this, and he ain't did that Boy it real wit ya self, you know he lived that You real, you don't give em what they asking for Such a real nigga, what the you askin' fo'
And you don't even know a nigga, you hating for? And I ain't going so what you waiting for? Beat the street, this rap shit and ice cream Fuck the selling words, bitch I sold ice From the bottom to the top, a nice dream How you make it out young? I had a scheme And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it Just know a nigga stayed down each and night Hands on, yeah I down my own things Hands on, I counted up my own chains Fifties over here, twenties over You know the rest, nigga, fives and everywhere