PART I I still ride on my enemies, sippin on yak and hennesey ya n*ggas fell off but my true soldiers remember me frozen in time my nine about to go off money made these n*ggas go soft and I’m bout to show off a true thug riding in my drop top benz (I show no love) aint no need to be friends so witness my cold strategies sit on my throne, lavishly decorated with skulls cause royalties in my pedigree I’m gone but I will never be… forgotten was talking about death cause I knew n*ggas was plottin so I came back only to haunt these n*ggas snakes will slither it dont matter who pulled the trigger war times over and now that n*ggas is sober they remember makavelI while barely anyone knows ya I told ya… my memory wont fade I came back to set things straight and all my n*ggas say
HOOK n*ggas wonder why this game has caused so many tears (All they promise us is death n*gga) Theyre stuck up in the hood, but they cant face their fears (Who’ll be the last one left n*gga?) Livin through their days as if the lord has become blind (If you are livin you are blessed n*gga) You gotta make up your mind, what you wanna do with your life (the hustle is a test n*gga)
PART II I cut deep grab your jugular vein and start rippin n*ggas will start tripping but end up in parts missing hidden… got no more feelings but my vision is peace I roll one deep, with my piece, as I creep in these streets the shadow is my veil as I hit the block sneaking up on keefe d, busting shots for my n*gga pac pop, pop, I blow this n*ggas brains out now the shit he was talking and his blood leaking from the same mouth shoulda never fucked with a dog n*gga (bark bark) toss it up all my thug n*ggas ya scary bitches run once the darkman comes to take you in, reflect on what you done and in due time youll find out for yourself who you be aint no riches that will help you in hell when you meet your maker, he’ll break ya down and analyze what you did in your life, n*gga everybody has to die…
HOOK n*ggas wonder why this game has caused so many tears (All they promise us is death n*gga) Theyre stuck up in the hood, but they cant face their fears (Who’ll be the last one left n*gga?) Livin through their days as if the lord has become blind (If you are livin you are blessed n*gga) You gotta make up your mind, what you wanna do with your life (the hustle is a test n*gga)
OUTRO Ya n*ggas been talking a lot of shit since I been gone But remember one thing n*gga When you fade into darkness you’ll be forgotten in time But my legacy lives on Even your kids and their kids and their grandkids will still bump my shit while you rot in a grave n*ggas talk a lot of shit but thats after im gone cause they feel me in a physical form…