It’s All Over

Lyrics

(God Bless My Soul) - repeat 4X Yo That's my word man, I got to put it together Fuck it, just get what you got to get and let's get going Today's the day man Yo Nigga this is it Your life and your word ain't shit, spit This real as it get Plus, there's no one you can trust Love what, do it for the lust Trust, it's never too much Got to get the money in my clutch Case closed, shut Split a nigga guts Right through the middle like a dutch Never did like him much, my man Gather up the artillery You feelin' me? What gives? Tryin' to live it's killin' me It's all about the whips Chicks with the hips Run in the number hole, take the chips, the slips Do the dip See if time is movin' quick, runnin' out No time for dumbin' out I got one life to live A wife, a kid And I still didn't get the ring or the crib Look what I did! (Chorus, Carl Thomas) Whatcha' gonna do? When the G's, enemies, then the thieves come knockin' at your door When they come for you (today's the day) And you know, it's all over! I'm too swift for you (today's the day) Cause I keep my game trump tight, nigga free, nigga ride Here's my gift to you Now you know, it's all over! (gun click) You know what this is (gun blast) Drew a show through to get biz And what I gotta do to get big Dig, believe, it's all about your speed Cars cash weed It's all a nigga need, indeed Seems I was deceived in greed Born in the bullshit Guns with full clips Finding myself where there's nuns and pulpits Prayin' Step on the streets and get to slingin' I'm about to make it hot like piss Been hungry before but not like this And if life's a bitch She need to get cookin' And cause that fool to get jewels and shit tookin' Baby need milk When I do it up I need silk Scales on tilt That's how a nigga built I need my money tall like Wilt on stilts And fuck around and get a nigga killed (Chorus, Carl Thomas) Know why? I'm the antonym of rich, the synonym of poor How could you think of winnin' on the floor? You're not sure, take the game winning shot And you're not pure, what you took the shot for? A penny for your thought, a nickel for a kiss But I ain't got a nickel for ya miss I'm all up in a twist Fuck all the glamour and the glitz I'm a hop, skip From in the slammer in the mix Till ya ears or ya hear, the hammer when it clicks...Clack (gun click) Causing you to yell "GET BACK!" I want the cake The early American China plates The meetin' island drapes And bottles of Alize So I can put my hoes in Sergio Valente Hey, smile and say "Money made my day" Man I'm tellin you the plan Everything's a scam Sex, cars, put the money in my hand (Chorus, Carl Thomas) (Outro)