MOG

A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever

Hearin' through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is piston

I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin'
I got the game on ball and chain
I gotta bitch and quit callin women bitches

There you go shittin' on a way a nigga thinkin'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
Boy, the heat's on, they make a peace bond
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
Yeah and until I die I'm da, da, da, da da

We bangin' for the bread nigga, even the molded
Is this the future and crime is to no one
Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listenin'
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a petal nigga
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga

Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Say my name and die in the daytime

Hey, yeah
Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin' psychic
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
I'm in this bitch, throwin' up the seventeenth sign

I got my loaf, I got my toast
Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Come and get it, automatics in motion
You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
Yeah, this here is the end of Tha Carter II, people
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
Them niggaz trippin', until the shots whistling'

And it feels so fuckin' good
Chaperone of the south, I got my coast
Runnin' cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
The back of Tha Carter II
I'm just a little nigga, tryin' to be a civil nigga
Stand in the heat, till the mother fuckin'' snow come

Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
I threw the key in the train, I'm like the key in the truck
I live everyday like this is the sure one
No preventin' the crime, I gotta get it
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen