Don't wake me up, let me stay in bed (Weekend's over) Don't wanna work, can I call in dead (No way under!) What happened to you ? Now take a look at
left wrist mean and now my neck gettin' all jealous and things so I had a couple of more necklaces man like ain't that a bitch? aint a bitch I ain't
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor! [Puff Daddy] She did you a favor, c'mon now,
it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When
It's a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who
all these niggas so one-track minded But really, really I don't give a F-U-C-K Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki sh-she escaped She on a diet, but her cock
't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when
't know where we were going Didn't care Didn't ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C Called up my posse when I got
four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! (Outro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga You niggas really don't wanna get down Talk a
it right Ice, the capital T, airtight Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission Step to me fool you're missin Minus, gone, pow, you're outta here This ain't
the FBI had a whole 'nother idea It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't
at me There were only two words that I had to say P A Y, B A C K The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead Pistols clipped as the chamber
't leave You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually An' I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is But you can't give
't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fucking address I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got
a Green beemer, lightin cheeba Side swipe adina dressed like a liter style off the meter Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't
owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started
of school or have abortions Stop workin' hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
