Tha Last Man Standin'

[Verse 1: ] Bottom all the way to the top And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash So you know I'm rolling fast, all about my cash Ain't no time to play, put it in perspective Time for ho checking, bitch made nigga wrecking What, uh, with that talking down shit But don't know shit, but all up on my dick? Miss me with that sideways shit, I'm on a mission Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay your own dues And pick your own fools to ride wit, get high wit That do or die shit, that no lie shit We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you If yo eyes ain't open, they'll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em [Hook: ] I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down All the way to the top is the way it gotta be It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see? (2x) [Verse 2: ] Pulling up on the corner, jumping out my Benz Holler at that boy Tony and a couple more friends Conversating about Benjamin's and niggas who owed us ends Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins A couple of chickens, Tony was game And I ain't seen that boy to this very day I'm rolling with my nine, on sight it's going down Blasting for my green, putting it all on the line I couldn't believe it, good guy gone bad But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had The streets be bumping bout situations, bout taking care of my business Hell na cause, I ain't bullshitting, that nigga's gonna get it [Hook: ] [Verse 3: ] Players get gangsta too (that's right) Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots To make a nigga feel it if it's like that Cause knuckling up ain't a thang with Mr. Fat Pat But ain't about no bullshit, I'm about my mail Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele That he say she say - a bunch of bullshit Just mad cause a nigga fucking his bitch and trying to get rich And what about the snitch, that boy ain't saying nothing Put his body in a body-bag and burnt off on my buttons Came strutting through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me Do or die situations, hesitation will get me killed And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here Gunshots rang out and I'm the last man standing Mr. Fat Pat standing strong busting him with his god damn cannon [Hook]