I love it cause in heaven there's no shortage on G's See motherfuckers killed over green bills well HellĬan't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell nowĭon't make me hurt you I don't want to, but I will I'm bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin

Is there a future for a killer? I change my waysīut still that don't promise me the next day Nowhere to run I'm in terror, and no one caresĪ closed casket at my funeral and no one's there I thought I had friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely

I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there? I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a bitch I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry They wanna bury me, I'm worried - no need to lie Niggaz don't like me cause I'm Thuggin, and every day I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers passīy me like they know me, smilin as they laugh I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me Like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me The bitch is tellin all her homies - that I can fuck her To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her I check the house before I bone, so we all aloneĪfter I nut I hit the highway, see ya later Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home? Of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious While I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did itĮverybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust? Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funnyįlashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focusįallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?įorever paranoid and nervous because I'm highĭon't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nuttyĪnd reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless - I'm chokin off Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurryįallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lordīut he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty They wanna bury me, I'm worried - I'm losin my mind Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

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