Nothin' 2 Show

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 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 reckless 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 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 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 I done had money, been broke and had it again Anythang I do twice, I can do it again 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 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 I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes, you won't have that problem