have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call
heart Arguing with my baby momma because shes convinces you'z a mark My word is my bond, my life is my son My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have
you feel low Because everyone know you aint real though Cause them beans you spillin You known for squealin an all you needed was a pillow I shoulda did the dirt, all by my
Koreans 'cause I'm so dope and my flow so tight I could turn karaoke to open mic night I'm so dope and my flow so tight I could turn karaoke to open
the best or what? Who the fuck else Yo, we do nothin', we are nothin' I ain't pullin' my blade if I won't scar nothin' I ain't pullin' my gun if I won
play your position 'Fore rigor mortis set in and you stay in position Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path
a hit, that shit sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my
nigga what's wrong? (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Me and my niggaz about to get...) SUED! (Me and my
money been all on my mind since the beginning la la la la la la la la la and thats what im gonna do yes you are my, my west empire with my texas fires
with the feet broke Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My
poppa work Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf And rude I'll pop a jerk Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt Like Jay I did it my
Now my diamond's big and blue like Papa Smurf And dude, I'll pop a jerk And my homie rob his brothers, now his pocket's hurt Like Jay I did it my way
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mommas, they get my
sign on the chucker Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler Like damn when I profile at the Rucker Bitches got game, I'm above the rim Call my gun
torturin' your Walkman Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk
culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun
[Intro: sample (Method Man)] "Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Method Man] It's Meth, back on that old shit Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose
my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas
