[Mastermind]

Get ya mail boy

Natas... Forever

You see, everything around me

Rules, by the money



Man, I just think about the capers

How we do for the papers

Then later repent my sins with prayers

All wickedness

It's forgiveness It's

Kill or be killed

Best be skilled with ya business

Who moves the product wit the quickness

Who fit us

Who about to get the riches

Who real who fictious

I need to know right now

Wit all the cheap chumps

And petty punks

Step to the front of the crowd

And all the broke niggaz be quiet

Bitch this a carjack get out ya shit

And let me ride it

I'll show you where all the money at

And all that and then some

Show you how to creep up

On the come up wit ya income

You need to know the players to fuck with

You need to learn the bitches that suck dick, nigga

You need to know the game

Or learn it quick

Cuz out here, yo luck ain't shit, nigga

So many lives were lost for this

So I'm goin put it down

At all costs cuz if

A nigga get lost in the mist

He'll be another victim of these streets

And can't reap war benefits

Soliders in this war

We battle for nights

You can't make a mil amore

If you never had it in sights

Let's make a deal wit your life

I'm feeling ill I might

Do some dirt with my steel

And peel you off if the price is right

Just to let you know where my mind at

I'm gone

Never talk about the lik I hit on the phone

Snitches get the chrome to their face

Watch them shit and piss

You need to roll alone thru this wickedness, nigga

Set ya self up for drama

Ya fool living

I kick the game too tight

I see the future too vivid

I'ma just ride

My course to die

If we all live short lives

Natas immortalized, nigga



Forever

Never die

Forever

Getcha mail boy



You can take this to the bank and cash this

You'll never take the multikillionaire status

You want bitches to you

How feed you

The devil told me "Mastermind my son them niggaz can't see you"

Put the heat to em

Or let my killers do them

Another piece of history

Another unsolved mystery

You miss me

Get at me in the next life after death

Am I, going to hell

Ask yourself

The game done got hot

Im like fuck the fame fuck the props

Just cash me up on my service n I'm back on the block

All sacrifices are made

All bills paid

I'd rather be a multikillionaire

With the ill pay



Forever

Never die nigga

You see

Everything around me

Rules by the money