charlemagne told you i got you nigga holla yo shit my homie cash well he gone for five send my prayers do your thing i ll be going for mine shit we live life to the fullest three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike that s a bullet shit and uncle ricky got a month and some change and it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain all on my shoulders i m warning my soldiers the nights could get chilly the morning s much colder i ve seen summers get cold and niggas do it up until the point they done and they fold they can t succumb to the cold those of frostbitten up north sitting just like some fucking lost kittens they get locked up for carrying boy doing time underground up in marion boy shit i respect you you do your time like gotti and come home like that marion boy holla you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it love em you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it love em hug em  i gotta keep striving i gotta keep moving i gotta keep grinding if this was the road and i was a trucker well shit man i gotta keep driving through the lies and deception had to ride through neglection i m an insomniaddict up all night pops and moms was an addict shit my puffing scums is a habit i need me a contingency plan pops with the syringe in his hand he was leaning and nodding uncle ricky on missions like afeni was robin shit you should ve seen the apartment all i ever wanted was franks and beans i was starving crack fiends on the carpet shit but if it wasn t for grandma i swear i m in love with my grandma that s why i only does it for grandma that s when i roll in the street i pray she covers me from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it love em you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it killa uh i figured moves are minor huh look at the foods and fibers the dude with the cubes ll snipe ya more tools than snyder exclusive writer the jewels are fire i learned don t fool with riders from pac i don t need a gun just a screwdriver two tires two pliers a wrench and a few wires shit i take them all from the buyers foreign fire all from a lighter call me macgyver need a rehab i ll call up shania bitch hungry good we gon stall at papayas take your recession special yeah you less than special me and jim jones extra special check it dre to snoop gotti to ja dame to jigga puff to b i g dee and waah doggie you next up get your respect up or a vest can t protect you when i hit you in your chest duck uhh the big heads done pushed me you gotta be sex dickheads is pussy killa i bring the hammers to the gunfight one night stand only standing for one night doggie cause when it come to that cash no homo i will jump in that ass jumping jack flash then jump in that jag jumpsuit jump back from the coroner i have you jump in that bag come with that cash you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it love em you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it love em you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it love em you got weed you got dice you got guns you got a hoe spend it whip em do it love em hug em