Nothin' 2 Show

[Hook] I'll be damned if I'mma live without it I'm penitentiary real until the day I die I'll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin life Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks Print up some motherfuckin counterfeit It's too cold When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops And they throw you in a box and you ain't got nothin to show [Willie D] They say the first law of nature, is self-preservation Fuck a PlayStation, my bills don't vacation Got a mac-11, holdin up a bankin center If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner Cake-ass nigga in the club, bottle poppin .. make me wanna pop him, heh He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded Stung him in the cabbage with that semi-automatic Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?} I'll kill ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster I ain't Cody Scott, but I can be a +Monster+ Call me a sinner, but know what's funny? So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks For the church and died broke, with nothin to show [Hook] [Willie D] You can talk that hot shit if you want to But it don't tell me what you won't do When you're down on your luck and nobody gives a fuck Bill collectors on your heels and they repo'n your wheels I done had money, been broke and had it again Anythang I do twice, I can do it again Look how many niggas who done sold drugs all this time That's doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain't got a dime Ain't no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitches I ain't tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain't cool But get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on fool Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread And the fed is gonna hunt and these niggas'll blow your head Behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face So you murdered him, but ain't got nothin to show [Hook] [Willie D] I'll be God damned if I'mma be that old nigga that live 60 plus years and leave nothin but bills "Mind Playin Tricks" still playin on the box And I'm sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta I get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckers I ain't gon' be that cat that's broke so he blows his brain I'mma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythang Fuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic You cain't take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash it I'm not impressed with your big house and expensive whip If you can't pay cash you can't afford the shit They say heaven got what I'm needin, but just in case it don't exist I'm gettin my flowers while I'm breathin But ain't gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx When Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top [Hook] I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made Nigga I'mma still God damn be paid at the end Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha Shit that motherfucker there's, better than playin the lottery You guaranteed to hit Babies they can come up like instant millionaires I tell you right now my baby's an instant millionaire Nigga you understand what I'm sayin? Some of y'all sucka busta ass nigga Y'all don't understand that kind of shit Y'all like, worry about the bitch Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won't have that problem