we plan our dreams Shit ain't a game, we don't run game, we run businesses Watch us shine and watch the world be our witnesses It ain't a game dick you
:] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it [x2] {"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it"} If you got a big (elephant
were stackin' And all I had was dreams of rappin' But a few months later the scenario changed With a record and a video; now the Kid had game They jumped
the pride Got to have it all not just the vine Got to have it all not by power not by might But I can squeeze the cup by day and by night And the
family's broke And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope. In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame, The white man got a motha fucka slingin
you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back That's not the way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids
be blame because it's sad In school I seen the white kids with everything I wish I had a big and happy home a mother and a father should' it stayed in
gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black
You know a nigga loco My photo, on Cover of the Vibe A nigga so live, it's GQ, XXL and Black Enterprise [Hook] All I wanna do is flip money and make a
s bigger than Godzilla's back nigga You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked And got a
Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it {*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*} If you
it needs it's own name, Arse so special it needs it own lane, Arse so special it plays it's own game, Arse so flash it wears it's own chain, If you wanna
he never did like to talk about it all that much. It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to
it bash it with my 350 rocket, Cutlas white on white it's tight from bumper to bumper can't touch this For a little for juice i supercharge it yea his
Pothunter's succulent bones And just before noon's not a moment too soon To drop in for a drink at the Drones When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably
trying to cop a dub And split a dutch open. Fill it with that Mary Jane And start smokin'. Rollin' that shit up and get blasted, Smellin' so good in a bag It's
see a shrink and never take my prescription My girl's wonderin' why my mind races My have black, half white, "Why I'm so racist" Nobody's perfect; And
the same Through all the up's and down's in your career A couple wives few kids scattered here And when you dead or broke without a deal All the groupies
