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
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Dennis, Cory Moore
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