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…