text: R.I.P. Big
  We some niggas thats gonna make you proud of this game
  Smell me? Jones, Capo
  Cash Money, Santana
  Dipset, Lil Weezy
  Lets ride, Lets ride
  Cause real Gs know the feeling
  Its hard body, no remorse for the killing
  Cause real Gs know the feeling
  Its hard body, no remorse for the killing
  Mad trees and bitches in dungarees
  The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees
  I love that summer breeze, Ill stand in it til it freeze
  Im from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs
  I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall
  Im mean, Im mad raw, Im coming like fastball
  Steee-rike, yup, so get it right
  Nigga, one of my snipletsll end your whole life
  You aint nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife
  And a fork, Im a pig myself, I eat pork
  So be smart and play your own part
  If you dont love yourself, Ill make you see your own heart
  And we dont like the narcs, stay away from the cell
  Hey, Imma shoot it out if Im facing the L
  Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich
  Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six
  All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
  Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
  I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life
  At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
  Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
  Its showdown time, throwdown time
  Safety off, four pound time
  Clack clack, go get yours, Ill go get mine
  Check it man, Im with whatever
  Goodness gracious, the paper
  Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
  Ill blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me
  You got nothing on a nigga like me, youll see
  Im on the grind from sun up to sun down
  If Im lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now
  Ill turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred
  Keep it coming til Im full on my stomach
  Im stuck in my ways, Im stuck puffing my haze
  Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays
  Im stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga
  Trying to get rid of the life, alright?
  [All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
  Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
  I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life
  At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
  Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]
  As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece
  One in the chamber, the safety is off, released
  Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage
  Biggie Smalls the savage
  Doing your brain cells much damage
  Teflon is the material, for the imperial
  Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
  I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
  Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drop with you
  .45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck shit
  Respect is collected, so check it
  I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks
  Sleep on my stomach so I dont fuck up my sheets
  My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
  Im ready to die, and nobody can save me
  Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
  My life is played out like a Jheri curl
  Im ready to die
  [All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
  Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
  I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight
  Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life
  At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn
  Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]