Gucci Gucci Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lie Baby... V.1 (On my waistband) that’s where all my friends is Tucked... my Two Twins is Loaded Up... (F’ Twelve) and these Jokers... who keep thinkin I want order you a Hearse and a Chauffeur... Sew the Game Up... World Wide and Flame Up... Never Ever... Fold Up... (not until the Rain on my Window Pane Goes Up)... Bull dog and Dirty Harry... that’s two of the kinds I carry... I don’t roll with Scary Dudes and Homeys scared of gettin buried... (News Flash)... all of us is goin to the Grave Yard... might as well go in style... max out my brave cards... That’s why I been ballin 🤑 hard... (Police Departments wanna Cut my life short cuz)... Obviously the Pen never broke me... F’ the Circuit Court... (Designer Jeans and Oakley)... (I know bodies in the River hope they find the one that Poked me)... Ain’t No Pity... I’m from Gangster City... Shot Caller... Chief Status... (I grew up a life of crime... Welcome home to Central and Gladys...(I grew up a life of crime... Welcome home to Central and Gladys)... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lies Baby... V.2 Pledged my whole life to this Demonstration... reppin for the Nation... Lord Life right out my mama’s Basement... All I know is Gangsters... you can’t Change Us... (You’ll know a Real Hustler from the Cash these Streets Brang Us)... Yea... laid back with Hot Tales... peelin off your Nightingale... have you Gangster crazy sippin on a couple Cocktails... (Diamonds)... (Platinum)... Gold money... (Solid... Solid)... (gold money)... chose money... (All of us done sold dummies)... (Gangster Gangster)... Ladies love the G’z and the Jewels... it’s intoxicatin... frostin out my wrist and havin pull)... (Have you ever took a Risk... hung with Killers)... I’m a Killer (got them tools)... (Have you ever been to Lewisburg or Terre Haute for school)... (Spoken Rule)... I’m a Symbol for New York... (S... F)... to the Death... ain’t talkin Madden or No Sports... I got a Torch that light a whole block... Scorch a Whole City like I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lies Baby... V.3 It’s a Given... for my Homeys on Division... bangin Tony... No Montana... all my guys that’s off of Damon... Black and White ain’t talkin Panda... (Gangster On My Death Bed... and Gangster when they took me Fed)... Shot out to my Day-One-Homeys and all of y’all still havin bread)... I ain’t been afraid I been apart of this since Juan and Ced... Twelve or Thirteen the whole squad in (Black and Gold and Red)... Now I got the Mob and everybody wear that Bluer Thread... Die Heads... Bald Heads... Yup I got a Gang Of Dreads... Lip sealed... on appeal... money makers never squeal... probably made the papers once or Twice... yup you know the Drill... Went befo’ the Judge... I hold a Grudge... I want my money back... Sex... Money... Drugs... F’ the Fuzz... (Where That Money at)... Some is wearin Bugs laid in the Mud... we don’t like Witnesses... (We put in the Work... ain’t no Turf)... these is Businesses... (Blowin on the Purp) yea I get mine from long Distances... and hope you still love me when you find out I got Mistresses)... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lies Baby...

Going Up The River I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA... V.1 Bullet in the Chamber... Fo’ Left in the Clip... I’m bout to let some of this Anger off... my Gun to your lips... Yea I’m expressin Myself... they say it’s best for my health... in my left hand I got what makes a Man’s chest melt... I pull the Trigger so them Grave diggers ain’t Unemployed... I’m use to dealin witchooo brave Niggas eyein my Toys... Brain damaged from the hood... Got my sawed Off that use to be expanded... yea I’m good... get your hips blowed off... Death Call... to the Ones that piss my dip-set off... Have you layin there Stiff in a Pool of Blood... Twelve swarmin through tryin to sweat the whole hood... Got me surrounded like I better put my hands up... ain’t no use in playin friendly... time to Man Up... I ain’t no Super hero... shootin at the Cops... I’m battin two for Zero... and knowin me... I’ll smoke you and go have a Gyro... And Knowin Me... I’ll smoke you and go have a gyro... and Knowin Me... I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA... V.2 Kept my mouth shut... but maybe that’s what Gangsters do... and every Cop I met... I probably oughta thank you too... Claim that I’m innocent... I’mma be aiight... yea all my homeys in the Prisons and... Knowin how I’m feelin and... Trapped in this prison cell... caught up in the precinct... sangin Blues... with the homeys... all of us on Instincts... Countin Down... day for day... and Waitin on the years to pass... got my shank... and my balls... always go to Sleep last... First bid... ain’t no thang... I been through this as a Kid.... juvenile... lil Wayne... I’m what they just said they did... Got me goin Up the River... puttin Bullets in his Liver... Money... Power... Squeeze the Trigger... Home sick... murder town... purple bags... purple pounds... won’t survive a Hunid rounds... That’s the way my City play... Fifty Cals... H... K... Forties... Pumps... A... Ks.... infrareds... murder Craze... Fifty cals... H... Ks.... Forties... Pumps... A... Ks... infrareds.... MuRder craze.... I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA... V.3 Ain’t no Peace... it’s Prison time... Grave yards and police... Mob Life... step to me... you’ll never see your Son or Niece... Hope you love your Nephews... Enough to never play with me... hope you love your daughter... yea... you probably better Pray For Me... Skipped out on them Homi charges... Body bags is common here... Gun barrels down your throat... the mucus in your tonsils cleared... Blood Splatters on your coat... and I ain’t gone regret it either... Murder Town... that’s my hood... ain’t even got a Movie theatre... Born killer... six by nine... made wit our names on‘em... hope to hit the bricks again... my wrist don’t want them chains ⛓ on’em... Same strip... Black Benz... for now that’s just a fantasy... horror stories... fairy tales... I dream about’em randomly... Nightmares I’m havin up the river in a paddy wagon... they ain’t never been in there... why you think they always braggin... Extradited from the County... new indictments everywhere... I don’t care how they write it... I skipped out electric chairs... I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA...

On The Deck Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to Rec... TST TST... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the deck... Taurus ♉️ On The deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to rec... TST TST Taurus ♉️ On The Deck...that means Gangsters on the deck... V.1 When you get done imitatin them Pussy boys that you mimic... and when you done google searchin for a craftier gimmick... Or you get tired of hearin how your favorite icons Snitchin... Alpo... Azeee... and Jay Z Switchin... I Roc Nations... why you think they got me Shackled and Chained... and for you Lames... who really cares if Jay been beefin with Dames... Them straight facts... I’m the Truth... and Ground Breakin Scenario... (Shame Shame)... I’m in the Booth now... Live and in Stereo... My album start to Doin Numbers... God a fan of me homey... I tried to tell you from the Jump you better stand with me homey... The hardest rapper from the Block... they shell shocked cuz I made it... Turn me up a lil louder grab a pen and go grade it... You hear me barkin on the track... Chillaxin and Chillin... like I just Sparked one of they guys and Got’em up in they feelins... Fucc Wayne... Fucc Drake... Unh huh... Fucc Jigga... Fucc Twelve... Fucc Ross... Fucc Fif... Fucc Niggas... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to Rec... TST TST... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the deck... Taurus ♉️ On The deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to rec... TST TST Taurus ♉️ On The Deck...that means Gangsters on the deck... V.2 I’m a real live grizzly... dope money... dope Honeys... I’m a full time grizzly... dope money... dope Honeys... Chicago Bear Up in the room... yea... Whenever I enter... my Minks drag across the Flo... that’s how I dress in the winter... I eat my Dinner with the Sharks... hope you ain’t Soft in the Center... hope you don’t Sing to the Jays... hope you don’t Bruce like Jenner... Take the Tenor out your Vocals when you talkin them Choppers... (we all know)... you only talkin cuz you High on them Yoppers... I spotted pussies in Trainin... runnin off at the lips... I bet they holla like bytches if I run off in they Tip... I Hear’em talkin That Cheddar... I’m talkin Gravy and Pasta... Flight for Life you in a Helicopter... one in your Rocker... Cash First and got a Squad of Real Guerrillas and Grizzlies... take a Crap in the Woods and Leave you Stunned and Dizzy... My Jeans is John Varvatos... the New Boss in the Picture... I’ll take you back to The Lottos... you ever Cross me... I’ll get you... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to Rec... TST TST... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the deck... Taurus ♉️ On The deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to rec... TST TST Taurus ♉️ On The Deck...that means Gangsters on the deck... V.3 Okay... Black Label Denim... I ain’t wearin nuttin Skinny... Tight Jeans is for the Bytches with some Ass and some Titties... Pair of Sid Mashburns... Fo’Fifty for the Kicks... yea... I dress a lil casual when I’m plottin on a Lick... yea... Coke Rap and Crunked Out... But they ain’t sellin Dope though... they Mumble cuz they Flunked Out and Squeezed up in a Woman’s Clothes... Gangsters Never bytch Up... Rock and Republic... Fashion show is over time to Roc a New Subject... I heard Dwayne Wade sensitive... that’s why he Paint his Toe Nails... heard Suge in the (Pen now)... Waitin on his ho’ mail... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... Yea I hand it to you wholesale... skip the Bakin Soda part... I’m handin Out the Fish Scale... Tales from the Hood... you can tighten up your belts... Michael Phelps... Moon Walkin on the Water... Top Shelf wit my Top Hat thrown up in the Race... First Place... Best Seller comin Live and Direct... I’m representin for the Fellas... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to Rec... TST TST... Taurus ♉️ On The Deck... that means Gangsters on the deck... Taurus ♉️ On The deck... that means Gangsters on the Deck... that means all the snitches catchin somethin Sharp in they Neck... that means Seven Prison Guards when they walkin me to rec... TST TST Taurus ♉️ On The Deck...that means Gangsters on the deck...

A Letter To The Judge This A Letter To The Judge... (this a Letter To The Judge).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Sentence Me Today... (Before you Sentence Me Today)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Have Me Sent Away... (Before you have me sent away).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... I ain’t No Earnest Hemingway... (I ain’t no Earnest Hemingway)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... V.1 The People versus Taurus... United States versus my mama... wit’ a Kid in the Stroller... ain’t related to Obama... Every time Court’s In Session and I’m seated in them Shackles... Prosecutors and the Lawyers... I could hear’em both Cackle... Every since they cut the cord from my lil Baby navel... they was plottin’ on me... Picture Me at that Defendants’ Table... Court Summons... Warrant on me... Mama she been Bytchin’... Stiff Consequences... Circuit Court... Appellate Court Division... Investigations... Lab Reports... Pistols and a Scale... Befo’ I ever lived to tell... that was a Ritual to Jail... Concealed Weapons... my life threatened... Goin’ Reckless... Goin’ Hard and I’mma do Bodily Harm... I got... Total Disregard for Prison Guards and they Alarms... I can Vouch for all the Murders... I was probably watchin’ Charmed... In juvie shoutin’ at the Bars... I made a plea for Social Service... if they Label Me a Psychopath... blame Christopher Burgess... (blame Christopher Burgess)... This A Letter To The Judge... (this a Letter To The Judge).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Sentence Me Today... (Before you Sentence Me Today)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Have Me Sent Away... (Before you have me sent away).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... I ain’t No Earnest Hemingway... (I ain’t no Earnest Hemingway)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... V.2 Twenty years... Class C... what happens if my Charges Weak... Count One... Class D... why they offer me a Plea... Count Two... State Statute... said Malicious and Heinous... Ever want Probable Cause... (Catch a Murder you get Famous)... (If you Slow to React)... (Manipulation is Crucial)... While you in Custody... you fight to (hold on to your Scruples)... And if you slippin’ in these Death Chambers (Queasy or Lax)... your Blood and Bones could be exhibits (Disintegrated and Waxed)... (Liquidated in the Crime Labs)... or flirtin’ with Death... internal organs they in jeopardy... (your lady she left)... You Pavin’ paths to the grave... your imperfections Exploited... Blood... Boilin’ in a Rage... heat strokes from the Poison... (Most Embarrassin’ Moments)... traumatized or in a Pool of Blood... (Gaspin’ and Foamin’)... Defects in your Escape Route... your Strategy failed... Blue Prints of how to Break Out got caught in the mail... (got caught in the mail)... This A Letter To The Judge... (this a Letter To The Judge).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Sentence Me Today... (Before you Sentence Me Today)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Have Me Sent Away... (Before you have me sent away).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... I ain’t No Earnest Hemingway... (I ain’t no Earnest Hemingway)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... V.3 Paraphrase it there’s a Pendulum of Truancy Problems... intifadas fermentin... (I seen Kingpins Sobbin’)... Superficial Individies... Usually easily Busted... Court Officials practice Law to screw you out of your Justice... I practice Killer tactics... Urbanomics... (led to the Slammer)... Fleein’ childhood and driftin’ close to losin’ my Manners... I lie to Judges for Reprieve... and Lift a Load from my back... my Expertise is wit’ a Scanner... on my toes and In Fact... My life’s callin’ if I Perish... Elements of Deception... Sentence Guidelines scheduled me for the House of Corrections... Work Release... screwed my trips to South Beach and the Hamptons... (Your Honor) ballin’ don’t Cease just cuz you sendin’ me Campin’... And to my recollection Broke Crooks... (we hardly Exist)... Hate is Infinite... it Straddles both Sides of the Fence... I’m Fortified and in my Enterprise... Recoverin’ Killer... I’ll make the World quake and quiver if I’m Sent up the River... This A Letter To The Judge... (this a Letter To The Judge).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Sentence Me Today... (Before you Sentence Me Today)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... Before you Have Me Sent Away... (Before you have me sent away).... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)... I ain’t No Earnest Hemingway... (I ain’t no Earnest Hemingway)... I just wanna say Your Honor... (I just wanna say Your Honor)...

Pain I know you’ve been through so much... Pain... so much pain... you’ve gotta make it through the rain 🌧 Make it through the rain ☔️ I know you’ve been through too much... Pain... too much pain... you’ve gotta smile 😊 and just main... tain... you gotta maintain... If you was 20 ft deep in the cell... I’m talkin Lower than the Sewer pipes... Lower than the Devil’s 👿 hell... What it do Homey... yea... I hope you ain’t rat 🐀 or Tell... Pitch Black... Can’t Nobody ever Hear 👂🏽 you Yell... Cursing all the Angels 👼 in Heaven... Cuz you know you failed... but hopin God 🙏🏾forgive all the time... that you did in jail... Time ⏰on time ⏱ cuz they said it was Crack... they don’t tell you... that they Never even tested the pack... Now you sittin in the hot seat 💺 and Question... the streets... why them dudes over there... they keep talkin it’s Beef... 🥩 But you always see’em Run when they see the Police... 🚔 and everybody holla Cocaine like it don’t take a Brain 🧠 to make a rack 💵 in a week... naaaaaa Like it don’t take a brain 🧠 to make the traffic increase... that’s why sometimes I feel at Odds with the Gangster in me... Should’ve put the Fo’-Five in my mouth and blast... pull the trigger... say I’m sorry... yea and Giggle 🤭 and Laugh... I know you’ve been through so much... Pain... so much pain... you’ve gotta make it through the rain... Make it through the rain... I know you’ve been through too much... Pain... too much pain... you’ve gotta smile and just main... tain... you gotta maintain V.2 You gotta wonder was it worth it... or maybe you worthless... Almost died at Nine... yea... but Stayed Alive for the Circus 🎟🎪🤹‍♀️ Why’d the Lord have to Save me... and send me to prison... Let Willie Lynch enslave me... so the Black Race can go and Vote the Clintons...and maybe... I visualize bein paralyzed... twelve shots to my body... and one to the Dome... still alive... feel like I’m dead💀 ... and penitentiary’s home... And the one I filled with lead he alive or somethin... same thang make you smile 😀 it make you cry 😢 or somethin... Make the next Man dream somethin Big in the Sky 🌌 while the Next homey... yea... he steady livin a lie... 🤥 All his kid dreams and nightmares... they causin him Strife... yea... another dead cop 👮 he won’t be seein his wife... Let’s Call it Ghetto Roulette... Exchangin life for a life... but never mind the tears 😢 cuz the cops 👮‍♀️ wasn’t cryin when they gave me these years... Lookin over Prison tiers... Prison cells... my wages of Sin... my precious Soul is up for sell... Slave trade in the Pen... I know you’ve been through so much... Pain... so much pain... you’ve gotta make it through the rain 🌧 Make it through the rain ☔️ I know you’ve been through too much... Pain... too much pain... you’ve gotta smile 😊 and just main... tain... you gotta maintain V.3 How can I win... they talkin born loser... I’m none of the sort... they try to blame it on the Fin 🇻🇳 but that ain’t why I’m in Court... Homey listen... I’m that other voice... 🎤 the one in your Head... 🧠 the One ☝🏾 that figured every Snitch... is better off if he’s Dead 💀 I use to see my own Funeral... Comes from lookin at Death...💀 saw my body decomposin... took the last of my breaths... Twenty steps away from murder... my spirit enraged... from the pressure I was seein young and comin of age... Haven’t had a visit from the world... No ones thinkin of me... I Got a coffin made of Concrete... Eternity sleeps... Nobody cries... cuz it’s useless... when you Burnin in Hell🔥 so many lies 🤥 but there’s some truth to this... my skin’s turnin pale... Sippin 🍷 somethin for the pleasure... pour out a lil Henny 🥃Pressure got a homey trapped... I feel your pain if it’s any... Lights out... under the sewer pipes... me... Frosty and Devin... to all the F✡️lks🤞🏾I left behind this one’s for Vice Lord ⭐️ Kevin... I know you’ve been through so much... Pain... so much pain... you’ve gotta make it through the rain... Make it through the rain... I know you’ve been through too much... Pain... too much pain... you’ve gotta smile and just main... tain... you gotta maintain

Ghetto Tears If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Just Know you can Call Me... Know you can Call Me... you can Call Me anytime... you can Call Me anytime... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... V.1 Every Queen in Black Culture... Who wanna see the Next Day... She lose the Will to Simply Dream... tryin to hold on and Pray... Might even be a shinin Star if given chances to Shine... been given Poverty and Tears a Chance to drank up some Wine... Could be your Sister but she’s mine cuz We Share the same Color... makes no difference over time if we don’t share the same mother... The similarity is heritage and Pain for Blacks... we hurt each other in these Marriages of shame for Blacks... And Governmental attacks... yea they the same for my sistas... naaa they ain’t catchin no slack... Went from section eight... and Prison gates... murdered and raped... Six kids and Obamacare ain’t givin you breaks... She been mistreated and depleted... got you trapped and Banded... can’t understand how you mother to the other man... Yea I’m your Brother man... been wishin I could take your Tears away... and Fears away... so every problem that you got’ll disappear today... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Just Know you can Call Me... Know you can Call Me... you can Call Me anytime... you can Call Me anytime... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... V.2 He’s like a Son to me... it’s hauntin me... I see’em Enflamed... cryin about his troubles tryin to hide in the Rain... Ain’t no love in the House... you gotta turn to a Gang... that’s why he bang or he slang... all the Conditions the same... So he hang with a few G’z... maybe stack a lil Cheese... honor Chrome for protection clutch the Trigger and squeeze... Leave an Adversary leakin... or dead where he Bleeds... next stop is Solitary... intensive management Wing... Back on the Block wit a new Glock... means a moment of Peace... he sheddin tears in the Crank Tank where nobody could see... They tell’em Sit on a Prick... or he can Bleed on a Shank... He vowed revenge on the World... you thought he was pullin a Prank... School lessons for a Thug... Learned the Metrics of a Triple Beam... dues and Slugs... cuz Reality aches... yea Grave Sites bein dug... Havin funerals and hearses... mamas walkin in churches just to bury his body... yea I’m the friend that was there when he ain’t had nobody... Nobody... nobody... nobody... nobody... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Just Know you can Call Me... Know you can Call Me... you can Call Me anytime... you can Call Me anytime... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... V.3 Could be my Nephews and Nieces... Could be my Family in Pieces... Bein Shattered and Broken... Could be my mama that’s Hopin... or my Grandmama Croakin... Could be my aunties in Tears... Heartbroken and Cryin... could be my sisters and my brothers in the Ghetto and dyin... Could be my City in Pain... from Murder Rates and Sentence Dates... Could be me Seconds from Death... beggin for another second... or whatever’s left... So I extend my hand to any man... that ain’t never Squealed... got a drop of Black Blood... and tryin not to get Killed... And every woman facin hard times and troublesome days... payin college education off of minimum wage.... You Keep me Blazin from your Bomb Love... I notice your Rage... Notice how you still in love wit’ your Guy in the Game... Tryin to Plead wit’ God for better years and Happier Days... let me wipe away your Ghetto Tears and your Ghettoest Pains... and your Ghettoest Pains... and your Ghettoest Pains.... and your Ghettoest Pains... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Just Know you can Call Me... Know you can Call Me... you can Call Me anytime... you can Call Me anytime... If Ghetto Tears... If Ghetto Tears... Ever Fall From Your Eyes... Ever Fall From Your Eyes...

Pinchin Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Pinchin off of My... my bag baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Like I ain’t work for all I have baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Pinchin off of My... my bag baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Like I ain’t work for all I have baby... V.1 Like I ain’t stacked Up... like I ain’t stack every Dollar to get them racks up... like I ain’t took me a Moment to get them packs up... You get a Dollar or Two... your Friends act up... hate to see you Back up... It’s even Worse when you real... and if you Black Enough... and if I wasn’t a Goon... I might get Jacked Up... It’s like they love when you down... your Lips Chapped Up... and love to see you Depressed... your strength Tapped Up... So they can Smile in your Face... and see you Zapped Up... Hope you Tap Out... or hope you sent Back Up... So they can Whisper about you... and how you Cracked Up... Screw all the Facts Up... see how your Life Smacked Up... Like you ain’t been in the Jungle... Filled all the Gaps Up... the Jungle Book of a Hustler ain’t Never Wrapped Up... They want me Capped Up... Worse come to Worse... they want me Snatched Up... (I get Out... Everybody Beggin) Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Pinchin off of My... my bag baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Like I ain’t work for all I have baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Pinchin off of My... my bag baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Like I ain’t work for all I have baby... V.2 I put the Grand Marquis up for market... Gave the Lacs Up... it gets cold... you grab a Skully... Team Caps Up... Throw on your Hoodie and Jeans... I’m bout to Mask Up... your Feature Presentation... yea I done Basked Up... You know I Bask in the Glory of bein’ True To It... nobody gives you a Dime once you done Blew Through It... Nobody pays you no Mind... that’s how the Zoo Do It... I looked myself in the Eyes... I had to say Screw It... Cuttin’ Corners wasn’t worth it Searchin’ for a Fortune... tired of my Back on the Ropes and feelin’ Imperfect... I seen a Higher Purpose... Be as B.I.G. as Will and Curtis... Be even Bigger than Biggie... be who done got the Furthest... The Millionaire Boys... told me it’s a Do or Don’t... the Filthy Rich doin’ thangs all the Broke Won’t... You gettin’ what you put in and not a Crumb More... the trick is Count so much Cash until your Thumbs Sore... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Pinchin off of My... my bag baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Like I ain’t work for all I have baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Pinchin off of My... my bag baby... Why they wanna Pinch Off Of My Bag baby... Like I ain’t work for all I have baby...