Don't say it's over Don't say we're through Don't say good-bye Baby don't say it Don't say you're done Don't say no more Don't say you're leaving Baby
But no matter what nigga, whatever dey say, gizzle be on point when it go down ready to spray, Like yeah Bitch I'm out my kouffie, don't look at me too
done came with this Chopper City shit I gotta hold this shit down can't give it up Slim will turn in his grave if I don't live it up I put God first,
em in my world [Chorus] I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
wit it, niggas know but don't want admit it It's cool, long as you respect me, I'm chillin Cross the line I draw for ya - it's a killin It's gonna be
dealer shoes Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues I been in the game for awhile I done graduated I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded You don't
them bitches How the fuck you gon get a whole leaf of bread And don't wan give a nigga but a piece of slice, Dawg? Fuck that, We keep it row, It ain't
maitre d', oh help me fill her up, fill her up load up, load up fill her to the top fill her up, fill her up keep it coming, keep it coming never let it
t be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically
don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches That's Yayo [Chorus] Don't be stuck on the things they say now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty
Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a f*ck I spend it like it don’t mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker i’m grown
out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you get too close Im gonna clap you It's too real
it, pop with it, roll with it Let's take it to the Seventeenth hole with it Now shake with it, bop with it, roll with it Let's take it to the Fifth Ward
. Convicts got the whole thing packed down. Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now. I feel it. Go on and crack now. Ooh, I see it. Don't let back
got no allies to really speak of. What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love. He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied But no one
'll do me Can we do it, do it like that? Keep it creepin', creepin' Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin' But when it's all over, it's
