My Lord  I'm in a bad situation again
 First forgive me for my sins
 Past  present  and future
 I ain't eat in a couple days
 All I'm trying to tell you
 Is this here  I see a oppurtunity to eat
 It's them niggas sleeping across the street
 And I'm go get em'(gun shots)
 I was a reject on the ghetto blocks
 In the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks(baby)
 Quanties but I know nobody
 In this contest I got to hold somebody
 Got a gun name Scottie
 And he bout to put his beam on him
 I wanna if he know I'm bout to put that gangsta lean on him(bzzzz)
 Thinkin' to myself it's only for the worst if I miss him
 When I'm cappin' none of you take it personal
 Bustin' got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains bitch
 2 more got to go and I got the aim still(gunshots)
 Don't blame this
 I said you was go bleed when I greed
 It was a matter of time before my mind it find speed
 Proceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize Soza
 Broke it off to a J' everyday
 For all the pay
 My beretta say a better day
 And I believe that nigga
 Money go make souls leave that nigga
 Chorus x2
 You see I don't fuck around I don't even have to say
 Cause all the G's around my way
 Know that I don't play (nigga)
 My mind already made that FIEND callin' the shots
 (I'm callin the shots)
 My nine already engrave we got the ride that's hot(horn honking)
 It done got to hot in my neighborhood
 So I'm a chill minute and make the flavor good
 It's understood
 That this nigga got to eat(I'm hungry)
 So I'm a handle my bussiness on these triflin' streets
 My rifle keeps
 My mind at ease at all times
 Along with a blunt helps commit all crimes
 My style brangin' the whole, put me into crack
 My paper stack
 Even though I did erase the black(so what)
 Picture that
 A survivor takin' and robbin' for his
 I want to guide the surviving kids
 After me
 Next I done bought me some plastic glocks
 And teach my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocks
 I'm a beast some say I'm just like Gotti
 Mainataining my respect with my A-k shottie
 Don't know karate
 But I got some hands of steel
 (slap slap didn't I tell ya bout playin huh)
 But baby in these streets it's kill or be killed
 Murderous skills
 Ready to do what I gotta
 Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar(come hollar at the collar)
 Herion and powder
 This shit go keep me in power
 I want money as my mattress and take moet showers
 Drug deals go sour
 That's why my gat on the side
 So want ya come test the mother fuckin' baddest alive
 Chorus x2
 I ain't to be fucking with I'm a Jones nigga
 Born to get it on for the throne
 The dirt I did got me named Capone
 Blowin' homes
 In revenge, for my partners and kins
 Murdered many men
 Some personal but mostly for ends
 My sins
 Be forgotten, survivors actin rotten
 With the cocaine crockin'
 I got the champange poppin'
 Plottin up stragetted warfares
 For my heirs, Nigga
 I don't care
 For that ? got me scared
 Somewhere niggas made it home
 With there loss souls
 Heads I done toss those
 Left in the crossroads(handle that)
 The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the game
 But a car full of niggas died crying my name
 Releasing pain like Charde
 But in my way(my way)
 Split a blunt on the highway(highway)
 Cause it was my say(my say)
 I died that day but GOD told me finish my task
 Hit the hash, grab all the guns and cash
 And dash
 Chorus till end