do what's best for me (Best for me) I got nothing to lose Don't want nothing for free I know what's best for me (Best for me) You think you know but
nothing for free, (Don?t want nothing for free) I know what?s best for me! Best for me! [Solo] I know what?s best for me! I got nothing to lose, Don
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and we rock J's, see me reppin Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second
, Google me the images Follow me, follow me, I'm the leader And when I park cars I don't pay for the meter I remember I was younger, as a kid it was the best
still got love And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me
go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin' Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more closed coffin Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I Like that boy from best eye nigga ready to die For my bread and them niggaz that considered me
of dead before I'm through I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me Try to switch from side to side like they whip me The damage is done
on silk, lie like a politician My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe There'll be another one after me a
game Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame They dug out the foundation Now let me give a demonstration Say, you got a dope group from the hood
fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits
there's a cold breeze blowing over me, I'm over you Success is the best revenge to pay you back And that payment is overdue, I overcame odds to get even The sober me
Biggie smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death Yesterday, I read my horoscope Tell me, Lord, will I be poor and broke? Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope
him he got took Know what that mean? The shit free That mean none for him, and more for me I took somethin', I'm gutta bitch Don't trust me dog, this
for me Atlantic records say just make another hit for me I tell 'em, cut a hundred million dollar check for me Like it or not, don't lose no respect for me
some part of mr Thirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes On 11th avenue sellin bodies for dope (Whoa) Remember cryin sayin that will never be me Gonna
