i made a promise 2 my momma that i would neva sell no mo dope
i wonder how it get so close and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes
bout 6 7 pounds of tha dro
faybo unleashed a roll at tha do
speakin of tha game no smoke
they don't know tha life i know
whether its my folks or ur folks
betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me
with my mind and my heart and my soul
grabbed tha mike since 93
hatin ass niggas wouldn't let me eat
stayed true to tha streets
cuz i knew tha game was gonna bounce back around
still in it till tha mothafuckin finish
u can best believe im gonna get me a ticket
paid dues to be a five star g
worked hard didn't get shit free
made a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industry
suckas weren't hearin or feelin me
i aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beat
now i got a hit bitch gimmie off e hey hey
most of these boys like hangin round
thieving my trays for all my manes
used to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyte
after i-c-e bo-triple-x drop and heat all nite
we made a pact when i was grindin
im sellin weight and getting money in tha fat lane
we can pop that gat we can pull that steel we can pull that 12 front gauge
when u had blonde hair hoops it is and actin bitch made
my track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at clay court
5 deep cant get no sleep and constantly mashin on tha hoes
its d4l mack a therma real feel pimpin
red snapper fillet mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpin
limos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befo
meter runnin it don't matter
so much blood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good
game owe me i aint gotta lie
who says a man aint supposed to cry
lord aint gon put no more u cant stand
get on one knee and raise yo hand
start them bells all kinds of shit
wanna ride good wanna look good too
game owe me i don't know about u