text: Phone rings
  Yo...hello? Faith?!
  Click
  Phone rings
  Yo
  Kill you, motherfucker
  Hello?
  Kill you, motherfucker
  Word?
  Im gonna get you, motherfucker
  You better watch your motherfuckin back
  Thats my word nigga
  Get the fuck outta here
  Better watch your motherfuckin back
  Watch my back? Word?
  Im gonna get Biggie, Im gonna kill Biggie
  You soft duke, you soft
  Fuck all you niggas, you all aint SHIT
  Watch your motherfuckin back
  Eat a dick
  Click
  Jealousys a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers!
  If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker!
  See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down!
  Motherfuckers dont even know you, and they dont like you
  Uhh, I dream filthy
  My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
  Huh, what a set off
  Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off 
  Cause in this world Im dead off, squeeze lead off
  Benz sped off, aint no shook hands in Brook-land
  Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
  You wanna see me locked up, shot up
  Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD!
  Cryin, know my friends is lyin
  Yall know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
  Or they Desert, dyin aint the shit, but its pleasant
  Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
  Givin cats the opposite of diets
  You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
  I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
  Shit, I need the company 
  Apologies in order, to TYanna my daughter
  If it was up to me you would be with me
  Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
  Silencers so you cant hear it
  Competition still fear it, shit dont ask me
  I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
  Thats not all, MCs have the gall
  To pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall 
  This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again
  Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin
  Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team and
  Be more gone than Freeman
  I took the cream and, moved to new places, new faces
  Fuck the screw faces, cause when I flip
  I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
  Niggas cant bang with us, try to do me
  My crew be unruly 
  Some old school cats that call gats toolies
  Call blacks moolies, think its cool to smoke woolies
  And fuck without rubbers 
  Specialize in killin wives and grandmothers
  Who ya trustin, shit
  When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin
  Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
  Me and Sean Combs takin broads home
  On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
  Bout to make our own porno flicks, my lifes the shit
  Thats not all, MCs have the gall 
  To pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall
  Thats not all, MCs have the gall 
  To pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
  We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds
  Niggas want my team to stop shinin
  Pray my fame start declinin
  Whinin like girlies 
  We been around the world twice, all we got is mo ice
  And mo nice, sacrifice your heart
  Lexus with the automatic start 
  Fifty shotsll tear your club apart
  Eatin shrimp À la carte, with some bitches from Brussels
  Eatin clams and mussels
  Uhh, octopus, pretty face no waist
  I just want the bush, so I can mack it
  Give her a package to push, cause I work them hoes
  Pendejos I show you how to play them hoes
  Can you just visualize it?
  Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet
  So I can sleep safe, not too many keep a mil in the briefcase
  Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait
  Thats not all, MCs have the gall 
  To pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
  See, yall motherfuckers live off of negativity
  What yall niggas need to get through your motherfuckin heads
  Is that, yall fuckin with some niggas thats on a higher
  Motherfuckin level -- we dont give a fuck
  About what you think about us how you feel about us
  What you got to say about us
  We gon keep doing our motherfuckin thing
  From now til the year three thousand bitches!
  You cant breathe, you cant sleep, you cant eat
  Without thinkin about us!
  And without thinkin about us on your mind
  We gon haunt your asses MOTHERFUCKERS!
  Thats not all, MCs have the gall 
  To pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall 
  Pray and pray for my downfall, fall