Coppin' fire arms with dug missles, we leavin' scar tissue
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
So how you like it, coffins or cremated
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
Like a parole the bitch violated
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
Givincci socks Cartier coolats
So now I'm titled mission acomplished
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
The sweat-a the money gett-a, copin mad cheddar
My man was astonished
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
Mob nigga what, threw the gang sign up
Push the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano
One cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be mixed with black
Stinkin', I know what this nigga thinkin'
One day Frank was fishin' for competition expidition
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
Like me the Don Juan, Miss Yvonne
On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
Where life's initiated ain't no givin' it back
He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
We increase the price, uh
Minutes before I dropped her the blow, blow, blow
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
I lay gently in the Bently through binoculars he seemed popular
So guess who the bitch is, but for now I be the mistress
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans
H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
Stevie's all wondering how I got in this position
All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands
Street murders, thug parasites, we official no fake gators
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans
Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Damn how could a deal for a couple mill
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
Where loyalty is everything
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Let me tell you
Trapped inside this devil's triangle like Bo I had the Jangles
Damn, she's too little, too pretty, too quiet
The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
Sick like lukemians, receding hairlines
Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
Loyalty's priority in this fam
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
Result to such violence and throw our whole shit off balance
The cream in the box, etc., etc., etc. and it don't stop
Watch how genuine his gold mine decline
I got away with everything, the cash and the stash
Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks before this chops
Once you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant
Yet still, they pat me down from all angles
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
