作词 : Carter, Shawn C. 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C. Sorry boys But all the money in the world can't bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on MarcyAll those new *************z stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-ZI quit, I'm retirin' Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around Sorry big, I tried honest Can't go with me on this ride though I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closin' Where we goin' to for breakfast? Roc a Fella y'all Okay, I'm reloaded Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game MarcyHad a couple of dollar signs to my name Roc a Fella y'all One of the best Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' ************* BleekReportin' to these mother******s live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those with twenty eight grams On a come up, tryin' to creep the keys Large *************z told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's First gun two bullets, *************z know I do pull it *************z tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ'sLit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a ************* that don't be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us *************t is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and JohnsonFor the nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets From sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said, "Keep bull*************ttin', they'll kill you dead" One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set Went to Tom D's, *************z mad, veins out Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little ************* Nosy ************* from the third floor like, "Why little *************?" ************* please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like ************* to breathe That's my answer, life's like cancer and I'm serious Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word
作词 : Carter, Shawn C. 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C. Sorry boys But all the money in the world can't bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on MarcyAll those new *************z stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-ZI quit, I'm retirin' Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around Sorry big, I tried honest Can't go with me on this ride though I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closin' Where we goin' to for breakfast? Roc a Fella y'all Okay, I'm reloaded Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game MarcyHad a couple of dollar signs to my name Roc a Fella y'all One of the best Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' ************* BleekReportin' to these mother******s live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those with twenty eight grams On a come up, tryin' to creep the keys Large *************z told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's First gun two bullets, *************z know I do pull it *************z tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ'sLit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a ************* that don't be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us *************t is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and JohnsonFor the nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets From sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said, "Keep bull*************ttin', they'll kill you dead" One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set Went to Tom D's, *************z mad, veins out Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little ************* Nosy ************* from the third floor like, "Why little *************?" ************* please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like ************* to breathe That's my answer, life's like cancer and I'm serious Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word
