| I got to laugh to keep me from crying |
| I got to shine, bitch bring me my diamonds |
| You gotta kill me to keep me from grindin' |
| Whats that ejectin' that ain’t no rewindin' |
| Used to be uptown where you find me, now I’ll be ducked off like I’m hidin' |
| Bitches hear BONES like, «Where did you find this?» |
| Fine wine, I get better with time |
| She said she fucked me, that bitch a liar |
| She said she love me, I won’t deny it |
| I crack a can like I’m Stone Cold |
| I’m coming down like Sting in his prime |
| You visit hell when you look in my eyes |
| Take you to Howell the M-59 |
| Buckshot to the back of the spine |
| Countdown like it’s '99 |
| I pick up a pack of woods and pray, I hope they all good |
| I pick up my feet and step on beast and now my team all good |
| I dropped out at 16, had to freak it now we all good |
| «Ricky that’s a ticket» I know bitch trust me we all good |
| Limousine my hearse, I want a partition up and pass away |
| Mr. BONES a groundskeeper, like to flick my ash away |
| If they knew what I got planned, the feds would throw my ass away |
| For tonight I hit your broad day, then dip and hit the matinee |
| Pick a blunt, it’s double stuffed, come try me if you dumb enough |
| I’m spittin' like I’m Triple H, I slam you like it’s Tough Enough |
| Mask on my fucking face, I heard what they all had to say |
| I chuckle, motherfucker could take my sound but could never take my place, hey |
| Never take my place, hey |
| Take my sound (take my place, hey) |
| What what |
| Yeah yeah |
| What what |
| What? |
| What? |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| What |
| I pick up a pack of woods and pray, I hope they all good |
| I pick up my feet and step on beast and now my team all good |
| I dropped out at 16, had to freak it now we all good |
| «Ricky that’s a ticket» I know bitch trust me we all good |