作词 : Moore, Willie D
I'll be damned if I'ma live without it 
I'm penitentiary real until the day I die 
I'll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin life 
Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks 
Print up some motherfuckin counterfeit 
It's too cold 
When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops 
And they throw you in a box and you ain't got nothin to show 
[Willie D] 
They say the first law of nature, is self-preservation 
Fuck a PlayStation, my bills don't vacation 
Got a mac-11, holdin up a bankin center 
If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner 
Cake-ass nigga in the club, bottle poppin 
.. make me wanna pop him, heh 
He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed 
Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded 
Stung him in the cabbage with that semi-automatic 
Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?} 
I'll kill ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster 
I ain't Cody Scott, but I can be a +Monster+ 
Call me a sinner, but know what's funny? 
So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays 
Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks 
for the church and died broke, with nothin to show 
[Chorus] 
[Willie D] 
You can talk that hot shit if you want to 
But it don't tell me what you won't do 
When you're down on your luck and nobody gives a fuck 
Bill collectors on your heels and they repo'n your wheels 
I done had money, been broke and had it again 
Anythang I do twice, I can do it again 
Look how many niggaz who done sold drugs all this time 
That's doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain't got a dime 
Ain't no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it 
That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitches 
I ain't tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain't cool 
But get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on fool 
Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread 
And the fed is gonna hunt and these niggaz'll blow your head 
behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face 
So you murdered him, but ain't got nothin to show 
[Chorus] 
[Willie D] 
I'll be God damned if I'ma be that old nigga that live 
60 plus years and leave nothin but bills 
Mind Playin Tricks still playin on the box 
And I'm sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks 
Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta 
I get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckers 
I ain't gon' be that cat that's broke so he blows his brain 
I'ma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythang 
Fuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic 
You cain't take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash it 
I'm not impressed with your big house and expensive whip 
If you can't pay cash you can't afford the shit 
They say heaven got what I'm needin, but just in case it don't exist 
I'm gettin my flowers while I'm breathin 
But ain't gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx 
When Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top 
[Chorus] 
I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about 
Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made 
Nigga I'ma still God damn be paid at the end 
Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha 
Shit that motherfucker there's, better than playin the lottery 
You guaranteed to hit 
Babies they can come up like instant millionaires 
I tell you right now my baby's an instant millionaire 
Nigga you understand what I'm sayin? 
Some of y'all sucka busta ass nigga 
Y'all don't understand that kind of shit 
Y'all like, worry about the bitch 
Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit 
Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house 
Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won't have that problem