Final Destination

[Fat Tony] Gotta make a solid follow up CD But he be fuckin up everything and he does it repeatedly First, he missed his cab, then missed the chance to rap Then missed the cash and his mistress grabbed his stash And shit like that happens everywhere that he at Wherever he at, it be best if he stay where he at But he'll be coming back around Made dinner at his girl house, somehow it burned down At this rate he'll only be underground Took his homie dog for a walk, now she in the pound If he had fish, them motherfuckers would drown Ol' smart ass, dumb nigga's the neighborhood clown But don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova Or the fat girl would turn into Oprah So don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova Know the odds are against him, but just wait til the ending He's a smart ass black boy, dumb ass black boy Got a head harder than the front of a backboard Some say a man can solely determine his own fate But even if he makes mistakes he's still great Yeah, he missed his flight, it was a red eye But I'm glad he didn't catch it, heard 90 people died And he missed his cab, but it wasn't so bad I heard the driver crashed and his soul has passed And he missed his show, but I'm glad he didn't go I heard there were no hoes and the mics were low And remember he got robbed by his side bitch? Well, they found her body in a ditch, ain't that some shit? And remember the girlfriend house he burned down? Well I heard she been creepin' around, they ain't together now How bout that dog that was in the pound…? Got rabies and they put that bitch down So don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova Or the fat girl would turn into Oprah So don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova Know the odds are against him, but just wait til the ending