There It Goes

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet & Full Clip] Damn... Getting to retire, man I'ma be alright It's fucked up I'ma be alright At least I got my Rydas, man Yeah... [Verse 1: Bullet] There it goes, another casket dropped under In the midst of the rain and thunder And I wonder about dad watching his wrist And why I didn't take that bitch Another funeral, my night this week Everybody and they mama catchin' slugs in the street I know the reverend by name He's like "Bullet, it's your turn to run to Burger King!" [Verse 2: Cell Block] Mama told me I had three strikes in life When I was 18, I got a job at Mike's Car wash, the place where the bitches be 'Til I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie They called the peace and then they called my pops I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop And broke on out, for the cops is on my tail [?] if a nigga always fail [Chorus: Bullet] I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) [Verse 3: Lil' Shank] I could've been a doctor, maybe even a president Instead I slang dope in a crackhouse resident Raised in the strip by pimps and OGs Rocked a curl with Adidas 'til the age of 13 'Til I caught me a beat for slangin' bags and such Had every last dopehead ridin' my nuts Felt like I was on top of the world What a head won't do for a bag of the white girl I had T.V's, VCR's Stereo systems and stolen cars More throwaways in the bottom of the river When I was hungry, crackheads brought me dinner I kept trump on my bankroll If I met a fine bitch, then I'd put her on the stroll Everything was straight 'til they raided my spot Now a nigga on the run and the fever gettin' hot [Chorus: Bullet] I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) [Verse 4: Full Clip] Where my one good last thing at? Used to be money or hoes, now it's smack Used to be a Ryda, heh, picture that Now it's where the fuck my pipe for my crack? No more hatchet Rydas got my back Got me a Pinto, traded in my black Cadillac (Ah!) There it go, or it seems (What?) Until I woke up from my... [Verse 5: Foe Foe] Dreamin' of the money and the cars (Yeah!), hoes in the strip bars Now I'm all alone, the product of a fallen star (Damn) On the bottom of the barrel, lookin' for a hookup And when it's all done, I watch everyone book up fast Spendin' all my money, people hate my ass And now I'm really out of cash (Damn!) Keep your money and your friends tight, leave them hoes Or you can wave it all bye, nigga, there it goes! [Chorus: Bullet] I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be (Alright) I'ma be (Alright), I'ma be alright, but (There it goes) [Outro: Bullet] Oh, and one more thing I'ma be alright though, damn I got my Rydas with me!