Boy:Darlin u tried ur best but it just don?t work between us sorryyyyyyyyy im sorry Chorus: And im tellin u im not going We both share the same the
ruthfully your sick you need to be kicked See I'm getting my loaded weapon you get on my nerve I go click Guys think they own their girlfriends females
, now hold up, now hold up Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel John John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born,
greasy, down south with the bud Run running like a rhino, spittin on vinyl This is my final gun Run breakin' that spinal, this is my title Y'all get
I'm the leprechaun, but I sell methadone Marijuan, heroine, ten year run marathon My hood like Lebanon, but that is Benetton You up in sumin' fly, I got my weapon
Thought of something cool, rhymes definitely pumpin' Bassline groove and kick, drum thumpin' Using my mind like a Webster encyclopedia Pooh-Man is selling out and this is
sittin they cryin out laughin The game is all you know so you in it to win it right? Trippin a gang o' bullets decided to find a fight Life is scattered
Harder The Cash Gets Bigger im A Cash Money Nigga Got Weapons 4 Days and My Flow So Sick It Was Tested 4 Aids im A Cash Money Nigga Got Weapons 4 Days and My
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki This is
double R lean and if it's for me, then it's foreign I mean my cars, I mean my clothes, I mean my hoe's, I mean my flows You dress different round then
weed My life start flashin' like holograms like right in front Of my own face, I never felt this way off one blunt I see my son gainin' life and my dad
wig split And it's a shame Killin' has became a fame I cannot see my brains layin On the ground I keep my 9 on my waistline Chop 'em down Picks up the
You lookin' at my watch, but my mind's really the diamond Nine to the Seven, you better off steppin' When I'm writin' with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon
all my bitches at my wake God, please forgive me for all my sins, Lord please Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon Reppin' my upper
talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk and They talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk and "This is how the story goes" The argument is gettin
