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[Talking]
Picture, I`m always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese
But my kaperz goin sour for the Lil` B.G., peep me

[Verse One]
I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I`m accused `cause I`m a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it`s hot
`Cause it`s bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic
Six figgas what I`m after, can`t be play`n and laugh`n
Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller house that I`m `bout to go in
I got it mapped up, it`s planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights goin all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G
The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it`s dark in the hallways
Creepin so slow, `cause it`s on the second flo`
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do`
I push it wit ease
Nigga freeze
Get on yo knees
No keys, no G`s
I find dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavily
I`m leavin a made G
Get back to the car, tryin to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin in my hand
It`s one way goin gettin money and the power
Gotta think again `cause my plan went sour

[Chorus]2x
That`s cold, I`m tryin to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don`t wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin on G`s wit 30 keys of powder

[Verse Two]
I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, nigga it`s all on me
Just like it`s all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga home
I`ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Aint killin no kids, but I`ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I`ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo` and take me to the coke
Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass at
Look at this chopper in my hand, I`ma blast that, pass that
Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it
I`ll spill you nigga, aint no need for thankin on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast
Fo` I get to the point, fuck it buster, and I`ll blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt
I`ma hustla `til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I`m bout money and the power
Thinkin again `cause my plan went sour
That`s cold, man that`s cold
My plan went sour

[Chorus]2x

[Verse Three]
I planned this and I done planned that
But every time it go sour, I can`t stand that
I want money and the power in my hand black
I`ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that?
I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack
And everytime the kaper over, I bring nothin back
I have no paper and I`m sober I aint havin that
Any high-roller got what I want, then I`m grabbin that
All I got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill
I just be real and hope B.G. hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot
We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out Juvey ride
Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I`m `bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle
Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck, but I`m tryin to bring up tape sales
`Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum
Holdin my dick, G`s and a strap in my hand

[Chorus] 3x

[Talking]
Nigga, respect that
All these niggas puttin on they black mask
Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me
Don`t go in that kaper if it aint planned right
`Cause it aint gon` come out right
You aint gon` come out wit no mail
Make sure you got it down pat
I done been through it
And I aint bring nothin back
But I`m bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people
And they sendin some shit back, ya heard me
It`s all gravy, Ca$h Money Records, Black Connection on the rise
All the time...

 

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