sometimes you gotta wonder
maybe it's the competitive nature of the game
this is the way the story goes
when you in it for the dough
and you swinging for the fence
close friends'll turn to foes
want you to get the dinner for 'em
niggas trying to slow; walk me but i been up on 'em
partly cause part of me got love for 'em
but a part of me got a slug for 'em
he was there from the start of me
see part of me still cares
he 'bout to try to come to my house to slaughter me
wait 'til i hit the balcony
this heart full of larceny
they think i'm the dollar tree
since i'm the nigga with the weight and they ain't
they're like p90x trying to make me lose calories
state prop chain-gang maintain salary
freezer sends his goons through hourly
it's just the philly in me
inside this evil industry
where the green breeds greed
dreams of seeing me up under guillotines
but the desert eagle i'm bringing with me can be its wings
it's supposed to be 'bout respect
your boys will catch you spend some of your dough and then they'll count the rest
and bounce before you can bounce a check
he just wants you to split whatever you get with him
and all that he sees is all that you bought and it sticks with him
the snake in the grass from the garden of eden
for 4 to 10 to 25 to life
i can quote stories of lead from the top of my head like i don't write
i learned to back up my own hype
when i had to steal back my own bike
pastor's on me like pass the collection plates" of white on rice