're the one I depend on With one another we don't have to pretend You could turn me down over twice You could treat me mean or treat me nice But soon
back and forth (Whip it real good) I'm going get more shine than a little bit Soon as I hit the stage, applause I'm hearing it Weather its black stars black cars
Wake up, here I go, cram it all down my throat Stomach's so full that I wish I could choke Seven a.m., my head's already in a spin As soon as I'm out
want it all It's gonna take more than that Hope that ain't all you got I need it all The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes I can't just
(What?) Stay layin' down on muscle games (C'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (Yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin' no more names You soon
boy Feel emptiness inside I can fill that void When you spend time with your woman and listen It shines more than any baguette diamond can glisten I can't impress you with the cars
lanes (What) Stay layin' down on muscle games (C'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (Yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin' no more names You soon
's loaded full of lead Everyone in the crew knew what I said Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead Let's peel their caps back The cars
gon' get it [Chorus Two] I know you locked up in the cage room (I know my nigga, god damn mayne) And you ain't comin home, any time soon (Still I'ma
It's okay, I'm good Let's go Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration,
silence for the people that's gone. Shhhhh. To those restin in peace, those dead and deceased, soon again we meet. Or til im high and drunk and my cars
in the air (yeah! yeah!) Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin with Big house (throw your hands in the air), big boats Big cars (throw your hands in
Prince cover Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war, just after I'd wiped away his last tear I guess he's better off than he was before, A whole
million And I want it all It's gonna take more than that Hope that ain't all you got I need it all, the money, the fame, the cars, the clothes I can
.i.p And chill with the big faces They don't really see them changes when the fame hits When I'm up on the stage they sing it As soon as I step up they
gettin' hit This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little ****** is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's fuck Nas Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it comin' soon
