Death

Lyrics

[Intro] The streets keep calling me back So what I do? came back 2 Chain Benny, man Buff City, Black Blood ENT Rest in peace [?] I know that yall be wondering Like why I be on that D-boy shit? What are you talking about? What do you mean about that? I keep it coming like your neighborhood dope man [Verse] I turn a dream to reality, beat to a casualty And all this work on us, triple beam to a salary My whip game insane, see the big chain The white girl, I beat the bitch like Rick James I just drive the new whips, I don't make 'em playa The touch screen look like I'm playing Space Invaders Your money weird thug, I apply layers of Killed 'em, '05 and '06, I took a year off But I'm back, '07, right here, y'all Coupe from the future, like you're looking through a clear ball Yeah, I'm gassed over cash, I'm the pump man But then, I'll smash through your glass like a stuntman Reap what you sow, steal from me, you gotta return I let your baby mama keep [?] No vest on my back, you gotta hold me down soldier We back on the same shit when the trial over They can keep they sprints, we use pre-paid shits They listen to we whisper, like the Ying Yang Twins I cook grams up, boil 'em in ether So my tag with the kush man more than your re-up I'm in the office, head back and my feet up Tired? No, I don't want no dirt on my sneakers Gangstas never die, so bury me alive And then, tell my story on Larry King Live Behind the Glory, maybe on Oprah I bet these words never make it to a notebook I'm a D-boy, so my life trife I got a black handgun and a white wife Mama looked and said "Baby, you a born star" So it's fuck everybody like a pornstar Fifty-dollar blunt, five-hundred-dollar shades Mr. I'm Paid and I'm running out of names, nigga Mr. D-boy, how you whip that? I'm fucked up, can you show me how to get back? Yeah, I'll show you how to get back Nigga, this the get-back, uh