All religion based on fear The bible is not true No fear at all, no sin The illusion do not need Every moment is the last To be dead for next time
up (Let's spice it up now) 10 shillings all on me, spotlight, now follow me All the cameras flashing Baby, acts are spreading Papparatzi sneak on the scene Gotta' keep em
Look at shit through each others' eyes Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you So don't let 'em say you
sex, birthday sex See you sexy and 'em jeans got me on 10 1, 2, 3, ding, I got you pinned Don't tap out, fight until the end Ring that bell and we gonna start
the days of our lives (Of our lives, of our lives) I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever Come and look deeply in my eyes I've been strugglin
sentences you to death by electric chair We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the
heartless and with a gauge is how I'll guard this Quietly I sit plottin hits like a lunatic Waitin for a bitch to start some shit so I can hit'em With
we gon' serve 'em all yay Them nickles and dimes and quarters That powder the rock you a-boughta Mo' dope than we oughta, nigga, we turnin' your projects into The Carter Got automatic starters
and they camouflaged But if these niggas came to crank up some shit, then I be down to ride These muthafuckas had a plan from the start The only way to beat 'em
[Hook: x10] Bang bang bang bang [Verse 1:] Watch me jump right out of my J's Soon I kick the can already the haters start to hate All eyes on me cause
with my night cat. Since the start of shit, I had haters back then. Used to get my name in my day when I was 8, 9, and 10. And these hoes runnin off,
the crews You know who you are, no newcomers (Let 'em know, son, let 'em know, son) This is how we do it, baby, open up on 'em, go ahead (Let 'em know
house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars
let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls We're losin' 'em His hart won't get pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze (?), I could
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, niggas pack 6 rolls We're losin' 'em His hart won't get pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze I
that'll get ya Better start lookin' at things from my angle I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle Next to my name with a 10 or a 20 Now that
rap, I spit a rap to a freak, I rarely ever think about a sucker Mc I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch Short Dog in the house, starting
', knockin' Niggaz eyes out they socket, takin' money out they pocket Shoot 'em to the moon like a mother motherfuckin' rocket Pussy start wars, turn
