state property and roc is the label i keep the burner by the navel so don t you think about stoppin me that nigga he bring businesses to the table so i ride for em hit y all niggas with the mag y all think we fallin off hammers leave you torn apart dump your body with the trash freeway flow right where he left it i m from the hood where they will clap any second these niggas up to no good roll up on you while you re roll in your woods you never stood a chance hood claims another man hammers stay with rubber grip wrap change in rubber bands once broke now the dough is pathetic and so is the niggas i ran with they ll wet you they will get you they addicted to chasin niggas with weapons so learn from the last eight losers we had it locked for the last eight summers and i contribute to two of em more like three got more icy and more heat to turn your white t burgundy so chea this is more than just music i will cock it shoot it and leave you to lose it nigga my nigga beanie sigel he ll lose it he will cock it back and shoot it and leave you don t fuck with the people uh if you think that you built i think that you not i think that i will dump lead in your grill uh you still tryin to be rich i m tryin to be hoffa s can rhyme but i m in a bind roll with the mobsters jay dame dash and hoffa movie directors and authors connects with the office freeway got connects with the bosses i get a quote from the dealer you connect with the auction nigga i m still prepared for your squadron i tear off my target vest cover my organs calico with the cartridge in a destructive manner we blast on bammers trash talkin in a chevy 63 impala downplayin dumb shit niggas is real with this fuck around and say the wrong words and we killed the bitch sticks and stones may break a nigga bones but when i up chrome i get a motherfucker gone shoot patron chased with lemon drops smoke purple until i m too high cryin vibin to pac done wrong gon get done wrong but how i feel and how i live homeboy won t fit in one song free i know you feel me daddy all a nigga know was to get money and once you got your money niggas stole cause who knows where shit goes when this plays out rap music brought a nigga pay days without a doubt but what do you do when it s all said and done ain t nobody checkin for records and won t nobody come life goes on i don t want to be another joe fifty five doin concerts relyin on his shows so i stack my green to match my means straight jewish when niggas spent money i ain t do it just cause you lookin like you ballin in the eyes of the public how many really think he got to touch it yo a fool at forty a fool forever don t be a forty year old fool dude get cheddar hey i got to live with my mistakes so i m a take em and put em into words that way we all ain t got to make them take them words i put off in this song live your life by it nigga take your chance you on your own but my advice is to anyone who tries every time you take your next breath just be prepared to die don t do it