30 dollars to my John Hancock Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock I lick off shots for everything they owe me And when it's my time to go I pray the
Think a nigga don't know whassup cause he's locked up But in the meantime, it's get swoll get clean time Concentrate on gettin green time And as the
crazy or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love Niggaz
(Tupac) Under Pressure Yeah, Babyyy When tha pressures on... Thug Life when it's on it's on (Tupac) One of these days i'll learn don't fuck with
it every weekend I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it I get the liquor, and you could get
hoes and playas [x2] Breaking ho's, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine Just pimp's and ho's and playas (Bart) Once again, it's just another
me against the wall Shouting and asking who was on the call You wouldn't believe me when i said it's just a friend That's when all the madness began
mine, I'm trying to spit my best line A million kids on your spine, I'm busting like a tech nine Now one...two...three...four When it's time to exit,
it puppy love Curtis and Janelle in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G D's came locked my ass up like a savage Then came Doobie in the baby carriage Imagine how it
try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin Look homie I'm down for that day-time action Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya
cause I strike for this try to take my gat and then my nine gonna speak cause you should know I served time and it's going to paid-me but the old G's
Eightball talking] Yeah it's time to get crunked up in this bitch You know what I'm talkin about Yeah.. Eightball & MJG, for my real niggaz Layin it down
're livin' it For the life, I would do anything Then do it all, then do it all All for nothin' All for nothin' All for nothin' Sometimes, we do it all
but this is not the time nigga this is not the time nigga its time to ride its time to ride sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low bite your
t it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy I just call it how I see it, non-fictional Deliver
me an say, THAT'S HIM, that's that bastard, an as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya, it's when I fuck ya fasta, don't really wanna be like
Hips and thighs, glimpsin eyes, trippin now Go'on the same, ready to knock it off friend When she admit it's time, I'm lock it in Head straight to the
Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave Work and play, cradle to the grave It's all for nothin, or nothin at all It's all for one, and one for all You better