My Lord, I'm in a bad situation again.
First, forgive me for all my sins past, present, and future.
But I'm sick of what I'm talking.
I ain't got 100 days.
What you want me to tell you is this here.
I see an opportunity.
It's them niggas slipping across the street.
And I'm going to get it.
I went to the DJ on the ghetto block.
In the end things, strength ain't serving out the rights.
Baby, I want peace.
But I know nobody.
And to cut tips, I got to hold somebody.
Got a good name, got it.
And I'm about to put his beat on him.
Only if he know it, I'm about to put the gangsta lean on him.
Singing to myself, it's only for the worst.
No respect, while I'm capping.
None of you taking personal.
Busting, got this tough.
It's all I see.
Let's bring bits.
Two more, gotta go.
And I gots to end this.
Don't blame this.
I said you was gonna bleed when I agreed.
Wasn't matter of time till my mind could find speed.
See, I can be slayed.
Damn.
Rub it up, like I'm the Soze.
Work it up to a J.
Kicking A.
For all the pain.
My barretta say a better day.
And I believe that nigga.
Money gon' make souls bleed.
That nigga.
You see, I don't *** around.
I don't even have to say it.
Cause all the G's around my way.
Know that I don't play nigga.
You see, I don't *** around.
I don't even have to say it.
Cause all the G's around my way.
Know that I don't play.
My mind already made that bean.
Calling a shot.
My nine already in gray.
We gots to ride this high.
They can got too high in my neighborhood.
So I'ma chill a minute.
The flavor's good.
It's understood that this nigga gots to eat.
So I'ma handle my business in these trifling streets.
My rifles keeps my mind at ease at all times.
Along with a blunt.
Helps commit all crimes.
My style bring in the whole.
No need in the crack.
My paper's stacked.
Even though I did a race in black.
Picture that.
A survivor taking rivalry hits.
I'm wanting swords, wives, and kids.
After midnight.
I've been bought with some plastic locks.
At least my lil' homie's hot.
I'm a bag of rocks.
I'm a beast.
Some say I'm just like Gotti.
Maintaining my respect.
With my AK.
Shot it.
Don't know no karate.
But I got some hands.
And I feel prepared.
With these pieces of gear.
Kill to be killed.
Murderous skills.
Ready to do.
What I gotta.
Keys for one, three.
Still got a lot on the counter.
Hemp on the potter.
This *** don't keep me in power.
I want money as my mattress.
Take a Moet shower.
Drug deals for sour.
That's why my ghetto my size.
So won't ya.
Come test the mother***in'
Baddest alive.
You see I don't *** around.
I don't even have to say it.
There's all the G's around my way.
Know that I don't play.
Bitch.
You see I don't *** around.
I don't even have to say it.
There's all the G's around my way.
Know that I don't play.
Understand who you ***in' with.
I'm a Jones nigga.
Born to get it on.
For the throne.
The third idea got me.
Name Capone.
Blowing homes.
In revenge.
For my partners and kids.
Murder many men.
Some personal.
But mostly for ends.
My sins.
Be forgotten.
Survivors.
Living rotten.
With the cocaine rocking.
I got the champagne popping.
Flossing up.
Strategic warfare.
Sound of cash.
And whatever it takes.
I got the stash.
Where niggas made a loan.
When they lost souls.
Heads out and tossed over.
From the crossroads.
I'm caught full.
Of mother***ers.
Dying to gain.
For the whole school.
A nigga died.
Crying out my name.
Releasing pain.
Like Sade.
But in my way.
Put it up in the highway.
Cause it was my say.
I got to stay.
And God told me.
Finish my task.
Get the hands.
*** the guns and cash.
Get your hands.
You see I don't *** around.
I don't even have to say it.
Cause all the G's around my way.
Know that I don't play.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
I don't *** around.
I don't even have to say it.
Cause all the G's around my way.
Know that I don't play.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.