text: Can I live til my last day?
  Hittin honies that be na-sty
  Gettin money in the fast way
  And I only care halfway
  But I still cant let you pass me
  Yo whats beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
  That aint shit compared to one small cat with gats
  When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
  Breathin, eatin, the whole situation
  When we do our shit we do our shit for real
  While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
  Compose your own sheets, thats aight but chill
  Ima spend that mil and cop only hot shit
  Rock top shit you know how The LOX get
  Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit
  LOX and B-I, hold our grica down for years
  Gang not, but we been had our black tears
  Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
  Underground, all above must get shot
  You couldnt book me Dano, Sheek Luciano put the burners
  To all yall, what nigga bring it Im callin yall
  You already know what its about when I run up in your house
  Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
  Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
  I give this faggot a french kiss
  Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
  Word on the street they aint heard from him since
  You know about life after kickin the kid in
  Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
  Scri-dam, the flow is forbidden
  Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
  LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
  Who gon stop us? Your last joint double copper
  You gettin money or youre runnin from the Feds
  Aint nothin over here but 16 with one in the head
  And I solemnly swear
  That all yall niggas out there got a problem this year
  Can I live til my last day?
  Hittin honies that be na-sty
  Gettin money in the fast way
  And I only care halfway
  But I still cant let you pass me
  Can I live til my last day?
  Hittin honies that be na-sty
  Gettin money in the fast way
  And I only care halfway
  But I still cant let you pass me
  Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
  The flow like water get deep and you drown
  With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal
  Even the small gun got a little black hole
  Your destiny is something you can never figure out
  Niggas is never happy til theres blood up in your mouth
  Theres a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame
  Theres a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
  Live with it got money you better give with it
  My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
  Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
  Advice from the wise, slice the pies
  Too many schemes devised when dreams collide
  Teams provide war for the street to absorb
  You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
  Only a blind thugll fall in love with a whore
  Uhh, uhh, uhh
  Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
  My Desert Es make MCs freeze
  You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
  You still apologizin
  Analyzin, my size and your size and
  Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
  You just pop wines, I must pop nines
  Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
  Youre shook up, two bricks, every cook up
  We can hook up, all I see is the future
  Disrespect, I shoot ya
  By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly
  Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
  Die for a dollar, nigga, life aint sweet
  Play for keeps, wet shirts with experts on the creep
  Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it
  Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
  Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
  Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
  My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
  Fuck around and get an ulcer, loose your pulse or
  Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
  For them homos, still doin promos
  Break both your legs youre movin slow-mo
  Got shine to glow mo
  Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo
  Can I live til my last day?
  Hittin honies that be na-sty
  Gettin money in the fast way
  And I only care halfway
  But I still cant let you pass me
  Can I live til my last day?
  Hittin honies that be na-sty
  Gettin money in the fast way
  And I only care halfway
  But I still cant let you pass me
  Can I live til my last day?
  Hittin honies that be na-sty
  Gettin money in the fast way
  And I only care halfway
  But I still cant let you pass me