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?]
(2x)
[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
[Hook]
[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
[Hook]
[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
[Hook]
