smoke my last cigarette No no time for another chance no no time to give me a sense no no time for getting drunk with all my friends How many times
back, 'cause we're on the creep And we won't stop till your jeans are six feet deep Man, I'll murder your jeans, I'll feed 'em to the fishes Here's
small time dealin', I'm just smugglin' chickens Get my G's in position, I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen Small time I started small time, dope game, cocaine
you the option for the boot knockin' Nine times outta ten, it's on and poppin' Ain't no stopping, victory's in the air Bring a friend next time, let
you sit and curse on your lives You ain't worshiping I How did you manage to ruin such a beautiful planet? The turn of the times left my continents and countries Ridden with murder
I done did my time, I wouldn't get it, wouldn't get it And got it on my mind because it's money over bitches All the time I'm about mine, nigga working
alkaseltzer and aspirin Rolls rolls outlastin' KC niggas slash and mister murder every tray Not a rap democrat More like rapublican Rap rap como sta? Money keep comin in Only time
That's what we do Niggas would die for this shit It's time to play, check it out Ayo, sit back, smoke a joke, it's over you wrote This is pure provoke murder
time Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind Now it's 2000 and 3, and ain't a thang changed I'm still fishing for feddy, bringing to make
my nigga, Happy New Year's! Fuck that, let's get this paper! [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do I murder these
dream, Hennessee and Moet While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set Front, I strike accurate you get wet Whatever choice you select handle appropriately Baby 9, murder
die You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die Time time time time Time time time time Time time time time Even though there's just one left
know that) Kill kill kill murder murder murder Kill kill kill murder murder murder Kill kill kill murder murder murder Kill kill kill murder murder murder
we gon' dead the fu-- Matter fact son, bring that shit back up, fuck it And you heard Rell, I do worst than foul They murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder
2X) Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride to
work for the early morn Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn All alone, dealin' with some types of risk That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder
is mine nya get back Dont mess with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb I'm tha westcoast don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna
problem Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid of the big cheese And the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up Somebody gon' mind somethin', time
