(feat. Carl Thomas)



(God Bless My Soul) [x4]

Fuck it, Get what you got to get and lets get going

Today is the day man



Nigga this is it

Your life and your word aint shit, spit

this real as it get

plus, theres no one you can trust

love what, do it for the lust

trust, its never to much

got to get the money in my clutch

case close shut

split a nigga gut

right through the middle like a dutch

never did like them much, my man

gather up the artilery

you feelin' me?

what gives, tryin to live its killin me

its all about the whips

chicks with the hips

runnin the number hole, take the chips, ya slips?

do the dip

see time is movin quick, runnin' out

no time for dumbin out

I got one live to live

a wife, a kid

and I still didnt get the ring or the crib

look what I did!



[chorus, Carl Thomas]



Whatcha' gonna do?

When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door

When they come for you

And you know, Its all over!

I'm to swift for you

cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride

heres my gift to you

now you know, its all over!



[gun click]



you know what this is (gun blast)

hughs showed you to get bizz

and what I gotta do to get big

Dick believe, its all about your speed

cars cash weed

its all a nigga need, indeed

seems I was the seed in greed

born in bullshit

guns was four-cliped

finding my self wheres nuns and poor pits

bring it

step on streets and get to slingin

im about to make it hot like piss

been hungry before but not like this

if lifes a bitch

she needs to get cookin

and cause that fools to get jewels and shit tookin

baby need milk

when I do it up I need silk

scales on tilt

thats how a nigga built

I need my money torn like wealth on stilts

niggas fuck around and get a nigga kilt



[chorus, Carl Thomas]



Whatcha' gonna do?

When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door

When they come for you

And you know, Its all over!

I'm to swift for you

cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride

heres my gift to you

now you know, its all over!



know why, im the antonim of rich consimamon of poor

how could you think of winnin on the floor

your not sure, take the game and went shopin

your not pure, took the shot for

a penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss

well I aint got a nickle for ya miss

im all up in a twist

fuck all the glamer and the gliss

Ima' hop and skip

put a slammer in the mix

till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click...Clack [gun click]

causing you to yelp "GET BACK"!

I want the cake

the early american china plate

the meetin out of drapes

and bottles of Alizae

so I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain

hey, smile and say

"money made my day"

man Im tellin you the plan

everythings a scam

sex cars, put the money in my hand



[chorus, Carl Thomas]



Whatcha' gonna do?

When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door

When they come for you

And you know, Its all over!

I'm to swift for you

cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride

heres my gift to you

now you know, its all over!