me, Lord?", folks thinkin' I'ma die soon I just tell 'em keep seekin' but when they sleepin' I be concealed up in my room, knowin' that it could happen I'm
why'd you leave me? Why'd you have to go? I was countin' on forever, now I'll never know I can't even breathe It's like I'm lookin' from a distance,
Range Rov' Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell I'm
m as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life And never when niggaz might, hit you under city lights So get it right (never know) You
wonder why we start overreactin', Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it, Right before you lose it, I'm'a hit you with my music, I'm fightin' up sheisters
', you supposed to represent Not only get money, you supposed to represent What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy? Really now, how far did you think you
beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw
you couldn't swim would you take a dive for me I know you like gifts, so I could buy you things Like Benzs, Jaguars, ?? bubble-eyed Range No obligation, I'm
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently take a nap Promise you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're tying your
Hold it Now you get out of here, I'm warning you You bastards can't push us around, wanna fight? I'll take you on That nigga's twisted, stop playin'
selling blocks of white You aina??t even gotta bring your paper out Wea??re the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house You know Ia??m felly hustler
you You're nobody til somebody kills you You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills you
to end like this And to tha G's you can feel my pain Till tha mothafuckas gets born again You thought I was a game kid I'm not tha nigga for playin games
back on this one (Yeah, you know how I do baby) You only a customer When you walkin' in the presence of hustlers Uh, I'm laid back in the cinnamon Range
that right? You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You
