Lyrics

[Intro: Sample, Flagrant] Diamond Cutz "Y'know, how you tell a story, what?" "No, no, I don't know, you said. How do I know, you said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me. Tell me what's- tell me what's- tell me what's- tell me what's- tell me what's" Treasure me now, trust me now Treasure me now, trust me now Trust me now [Verse 1] Treasure me now, I'm 'bout to play my destiny out Got the .44 jumpin', like Destiny's Child It's off the shelf, seein' niggas off they self They was broads, we dogs, we gone, brought 'em to the dеath When I die, I'ma pass away, blastin' a K Holdin' on to a stack and a package of yay I spеnt half of the day dodgin' slugs The other half with a crowd of thugs Tearin' up bars and clubs Y'all niggas ain't hard enough to beef with Diamond Cutz (Uh huh) Run and catch one in the cheek of ya butt (Uh huh) Hit the spots switch the two box into a new spot I'm not guilty I don't care if you got proof or not (Look) It's family over everything, put that on everything Blaze the whole car could, try to say down the squad too (Yeah) We only park when the dark of death come Squeeze and have your moms scream "Help my son!" [Chorus: Sample] "I'm funny how, I mean funny, like I'm a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh? I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me. Tell me what's- tell me what's-" [Verse 2] It was tragic how I, laid 'em out It's a chalk full of slim, this how they made him out We carnivores and we, good with guns All the dough that we got was noticed, you got a weeks notice Vacate the slums and run, if you don't when we come you goin' know this is death Know this a slaughter, notice how we did it in order Just how much boy, you think about your wife and daughter Life is like, really gettin' close to the border You was better off partnerin' in prison Are you in them wet spots where they, go fishin No witness, no hope (no), no kiddin' Some forgivin', this is not a game Are you talkin' out your ass? It's not the same Put you in the fucked position like, Kurt Cobain You haven't felt pain, this is GoodFella shit [Chorus: Sample, Flagrant] "Whoa, whoa, whoa Anthony! He's a big boy, he knows what he said. What'd you say? Funny how- funny how- funny how- funny how- What'd you say?" Muthafuckin' Flag [Verse 3] Still gritty, still carry the steel with me I'm bustin' right now but just wait 'til the pills hit me Product of a ill city, Flag the terrible State case turn federal without a scratch (Look) It's obvious that, this the real deal We Diamond Cut niggas up I be for real still It's Flagarant I'm 'bout to get this real meal It's either that or you end up eatin' real steel We them 6'6" (6) hustlas by night, movin' packages and pushin pills This is just the will of my fate, will I have ate (uh) When I see my life pass, will I get in the gate? (Huh?) I guess I have to wait, for now I got that weight East side (east side) livin' dog is how I got this way I'm a hustla like Rick, every fuckin' day I kill 'em with a gram so I kill 'em with a K GoodFella shit (Ok, ok, ok) [Outro] "Get the fuck outta here, Tommy" Ya motherfucka, I almost had him! I almost had him! Ya stuttering prick ya! Frankie, was he shaking?