day you fall off, you lose most of your partners Niggas be acting funny, Hoes, they wanna duck ya Used to sweat you hard, now they ain't wanna fuck ya You screening all
your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all
You know it's all for the foundation Outlawz we still buildin the Thug Nation, holla at ya homey [Chorus] [Verse Three: Napoleon] It ain't nuttin
I die tonight Chorus Verse Three: Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three
: Yeah my girlfriend takes me home when I'm too drunk to drive And she doesn't get all jealous when I hang out with the guys She laughs at my dumb jokes
their soul, gangstas know I am the boss I creep through the doors with three hoes like santa clause If you see g?s on all fours like on mobile telephones
agenda, Do it now while I still remember, Small fish in a mixin blenda, All the bets set on the next offenda, I had enough being nice and anxious, I keep sweet all
colon When you picture me rollin' Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like Nolan They call me Poppa Doctor See your bitch and i knock her I collect them
holding on the phone getting some credit resolved And got a beep "operator, you have a collect call" I clicked back over no I didn't accept y'all Though
poorer then You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend But I was holdin in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back,
[$hort] That's right [Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago [$hort] Last week I had everything [Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just
deep in their souls gangstas know that im the bozz i creep thrue the doors with three hoes like santa claus and you see g's on all fours like mobile telephones
Butta) [Queen Pen] [1:] Yo, a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa' proof After three rounds we
s cool, you can tell when he step off in the party women jump for joy But all the wild niggaz scheamin they gon' jump the boy for spittin all that bourgeoise
Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine Chorus Verse Three
I was poorer then You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend But I was holdin in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall
And for all the nights and all the fights That I had for all this money over all these dice All my cars and homes and all my ice If I could do it all
: It goes one for the money, two for the show Three for my ni***s who got in the backdoor Four for the honey dips, five for my bros And death is my breath
