you think you can fuck wit me? I'm a soulja, you a stunna, ya'll history What you niggas say, talk is cheap? (Talk is cheap, huh motha fuckas?) Til bodies
complacent with a cheap trick puts me to bed by 10:00 to hell with "i miss you"s, let's get back to the "where the hell have you been?" 40 minutes on
, commit suicide Dial 1-800-Cyanide line Far as life, yo it ain't worth it Put a rope around your neck and jerk it The trick didn't work Your life was
i'm dying I think i'm dying for another one The sound what a broke neck What a lion I need another and another one The sound what cheap trick What a habit
a dump truck Now I walk alone With these suicidal thoughts Drinking Henny by the quarts Thinkin was it my fault And my peoples say Ray look, forget about the trick
won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks
kicks Got a million of occasions, to show you tricks Don't have to sing a lullaby to make you sleep Got the right machine for you to buy, it's very cheap