(feat. Memphis "G", Mr. Emp, Mr. Nigga)



[Hook: Mr. Nigga & (Mr. Emp)]



Whenever that ya die ya can't take shit wit ya

Some of my homies blind and can't see the big picture

(What ya gonna do when the riggamortis hit ya?)

Now who gon' rescue your soul,

(When the reaper come and get ya?)

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[Verse 1: Mr. Emp]

Takin' nothin' but chances, wid a twistin'

That'll take your situation, stimulation got me, bringin' home the bacon

What ya sayin', I know man, life ain't what it used to be

Now we got to lay that program down on the t-o-p

Stackin' nothin' but d-o-e to escape this pain and misery

Mind over the relation best respect the devil or family

Bitch come hang wid me, sendin' them slugs to you randomly

That's the way it goes nigga and that's the way it's gonna be

Wanna be havin' that broad, see ya fallin' nigga wid a broke

Payin' all them back half, niggas are dead, in they graves

See the grain the grain, of this game, tryna maintain

Afta playin' Jesse James they get they ass blown off the scene

Leave more brains then pop, let's go and street block

Swisher, need some, two eleven strolled up on the prop

So sit back and lounge, and twist yourself a Swisher

Cause when your ass die you can't take that shit wit ya



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[Verse 2: Mr. Nigga]

I close my eyes and vibe take a pull from the blunt

Thinkin' and reminiscin' now a nigga be goin' from pimps to pumps

And I remember, when niggas loved jackin'

But nowadays niggas'll drop your ass while the argument happenin'

But now I'm lookin' three hundred and sixty degrees around me

Shiesty niggas flossin' while my baby momma's annoyin' me

And I got to work with this condition I be livin' in

I'm ready to do some dirt I'm on a mission for my dividends

Who'd ever thought that I'd result to sellin' dope?

Cause ah the gangsta ass niggas and thugs vibin' off the rhymes I wrote

I'm outta this hood see this ghetto,

Is where a man'll be pickin' up bullet shells at the spots I used to play at

And you wonder how it is to see a roaddog die,

And you wonder how it is to see his old girl cry

I'm lookin' em eye to eye but ya can't see the big picture

That when yo ass die ya can't take shit wit ya



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[Verse 3: Memphis "G"]

Now it's too late for me to turn back,

I left my finger prints on the steering wheel from the Lex that I jacked

I got no time to relax, I'm quick to react

Spotted a old lady gettin' out a 2G Lac

I told her move back, don't make me put you on yo back

Start actin' like a dope fiend and smoke you like some crack,

Get me actin' like a wildcat,

Cause it's a fact that I've been known to run up medical bills wid this gat

What might ah started over somethin' small as a tap

Results in confliction death over hood rats

Kill a nigga for some pussy what the fuck is up wid that?

So many niggas done screwed that, so nigga why you chewin' that?

The only reason she fuckin' wid ya is cause you got that sack

Keep borrowin' her money from you but she never gonna pay you back

Game you lack, and you ain't got the stomach to be no mack

That's why when God call for you they ain't no comin' back



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