I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major ways

Cause every dollar counts
Bustas is jealous
And half these ^!$$%s is punks

They runnin' off at the mouth
'Till I fill up with my pump
They jump

My automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy bad $$#
^!$$% you scary

I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High

I was itchin' to kill
And you was ready to die
While you bull%#@!ting

^!$$%s was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at mother$#&@ers in foreign places
Leaving no trace

They see my face and they buried
Them (*##$es die in a hurry
Still I ride

I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli
Tell me to ride and I'ma ride

Pick my enemies out the crowd
And mutha$#&@as die
It's not the way I wanna live

My ^!$$%
It's how it is
Homie got into a fight

Last night they killed his kids
In this life I lead