: Get over yourself, deal with it you attention seeking hypocrite Run your mouth but you're full of shit, your bullshit ego makes me sick My patience
crossed the line Beyond a joke Every single fucking word Gone up in smoke Never sure who you're meant to be Your identity is dying on your feet Dead on
: First time lucky, but I fucked it up My perfect fucking timing, falling short of enough Holding in all my doubts, tried to make what we shared fucking
: Instead of forming opinions of your own Just walk the line, another mindless clone People like you bring out the worst in me You're your own worst
many broken 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
: Down but not out Mistakes - so many made Do you see the error in your ways? Take a step back, swallow your pride You fucked this up, now pay the price
: You were style over substance and nothing more When it came down to what's inside, you fell so fucking short This is damaged, far beyond repair You
: I know exactly how this should start I'm counting the days until you fall apart I remember when this meant so much more When did it become such a fucking
much shit you'll wish I didn't I'll bide my time then twist the knife You fucked this up, everyone knows the truth I'm gonna bring this down so hard on
: Your potential faded so fast No future here you're already part of the past The facade wont last, losing your grip Harder you try, further you slip
[B.G.] Now if ya know me then you know I'm bout that shoot em up and Bang Bang, got ya white tee full of red stains From the blood, that's leakin from
niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on
chest you gotta give me respect Fifty shots with an extra clip that's how i do I gotta choosin menu and playa its all on u Baby drop it to me on the DL
streaks to the UPT where you lays on I praise on, think you plays on, it's stays gone The things you lay on I can't even pay on You got it, better hide
done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City, In each and every K we tote, they got fifty, So bring it on however you wanna bring it on, Yo block explode
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
: [Intro:] 1! 1-2! GRRR! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped
