Can't Take It Wit Cha

Yo...yeah, was something I wanted to say...oh yeah, yo [HOOK] All that shit that dough might get'cha (When you die, you can't take it wit'cha) All that shit that dough might get'cha (So give it up, give it up, yeah) All that shit that dough might get'cha (When you die, you can't take it wit'cha) All that shit that dough might get'cha (So listen to this shit) [VERSE 1] Most niggas like money, cars, pussyhole Pockets on swoll, roll Trues and Vogues You sell your soul as the story is told Just to hold on a bitch looking like En Vogue So you slang 'em, gangbang 'em, nuts, hang 'em And bitches want the money, but tricks you can't blame 'em Got duckets, motherfuck it, so you stuck it You either Flavor Flav it or you Chuck, Chuck, Chuck it Got a big old house that sits on a hill Getting high 'til you die cause that's the way you feel But on the real, I don't give a fuck what you got Cause it don't mean shit if your ass gets shot Why not, most niggas plot with the Glock And only Glocks go pop-piggity-pop-pop-pop You just can't stop it if they're coming to get'cha And oh yeah, you can't take it wit'cha [HOOK] [VERSE 2] You might get you a house, a woman, and maybe a baby If you don't go crazy first And tell me what's worse Being broke or a hearse Huh, money is a black man's curse But still, we got to have dollar bills Cause if I can't see it then the shit ain't real Where I live, Crackhead Heaven 24/7 No hope for the city of dope It ain't no Heaven God don't like my hood Cause my hood is Hell and it ain't no good Got money to the ceiling, oh what a feeling O.G. dealing, caps get peeled and Next, hoes want sex for some checks Pussies getting wrecked, dicks shoved through their neck No respect, you get no respect, so he hit 'cha Snap your love like a picture Ho, you can't take it wit'cha [HOOK] [VERSE 3] You can't take it wit'cha No love, no lust, no one, no gun, no cap to bust All the things in life you've ever had Get zipped and locked in a bodybag What's left, life after death You don't know When you die you might meet the people you owe Death Row, that's where we're all going to go Sell your soul to the Devil Get a tag on your toe Oh no, no more bitches and television Get a trip to the morgue for your final circumcision What the fuck, you don't know what from what Cause they even took your dick and your nuts Man, you can't take it wit'cha [HOOK]