bridges for you to mend Tell another lie, cover your tracks Worked so well for you in the past It'll finally start to catch up on you You forget which
you before he send for me Gun butt you with the back of the Berretta The three fifty seven Or the black Mac-11 We drive bulletproof coupes nigga go on
find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause
gun store, beefin' what you want boy You wan' be nice to me? ! - You wan' shoot dice with me? ! You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous? Nigga
you look good, I wanna get to know you better You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive See it'll tell you
the car But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights While your boy bypassing
love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though, but come on, man You know
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you
thirty-thousand for my bacon wasted like a rock band, red like a banker all this ice on me got me like a flown glacier All on the 'Tron, straight chill
You suckas hatin on Gucci Mane dats bad for ya health Jewlry, cars, clothes, women, and wealth So ya hatin on the kid is like ya hatin on ya self [Verse
Wrist like blow, chain like oww We throw it in the air, so what you calm down You ridin bird (wheewh) your bullets gone (wheewh) you gone and got a
s average, no matter how you come Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time Throw in the towel, you done Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you
be in the spot they say it's a flood You think I roll with indians the way it rain in the club Twenties Fifties Benjies ten G's official You throwing
Lights on, I see ya face She eat me up, she got expensive taste I see ya dreaming, but you still awake Big slices, that's how you cut the cake It's cold
get high with you Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'mma ride for you, would you
wit a (Gangsta) Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta) Brother Lynch is (Gangsta) ???? is (Gangsta) 57 RDVs are so (Gangsta) The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta) They say When you
you Ice packs Better watch what you do When you sleep with a woman That's on the edge In your bed Cause you'll be resting In red Killa killa They'll
now that boy got chips Like ruffles... Lays And you can say I'm short But you can't say I ain't paid You want to talk cribs? See my shit on the lake Twenty