Lyrics containing the term: alien+niggas+be+like — Page #10 (2025)

The blind staresOf a million pairs of eyesLookin' hard but won't realizeThat they will never seeThe P(You must be goin' blind)Give me my money in stacksAnd lace my bitches with nine figuresReal niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggasMust see my enemies defeatedI catch 'emWhile they coked up and weededOpen fireNow them niggas bleedin'See me in fleshAnd testAnd get your chest blownStraight out the west, don't get blownMy adversaries cry like hoesOpen and shut like doorsIs you a friend or foe?

Like I don't belongI feel like I don't belongLike I don't belongLike a extra-terrestrialExtraterrestrial, ohExtraterrestrialExtraterrestrial, ohYeah, basically I'm an alien to y'allI guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'allI guess, all you know is my aliases allI stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wallI'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vaultThey gated me off, by Hendrix while he plays the guitarNever had friends but me and Franklin was dawgsSomewhere between insane and famous, guess my brain's a little offI'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughtsI pace for hours, hit the fuckin' vaporizer and coughKill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalkI took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta cardsYou can't compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51Blowin' purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercomAnti-gravity moon suitWent from being who are you to chillin' with the who's whoParanoid of more than story-tales in science fictionSleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figureWanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissorsI-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitterYeah, so join the B.o.B hate festI would say "Fuck ya" but I practice safe sexSignin' off, young Jedi on the red eyeRap God, I should have my own prayer lineAy man, Ray BansLike I don't belongI feel like I don't belongLike I don't belongLike a extra-terrestrialExtraterrestrial, ohExtraterrestrialExtraterrestrial, ohOh my God, it's the MartianStuntin' in them Son of Mars JordansIt must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start 'emFar from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates awkwardBut nothing's far fetched when a underdog's barkin'But they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge itI don't phone home, I phone homiesAnd catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a momentExtra-extra-terrestrial, extra clips, extra bitchHomie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twistGettin' high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my assAnd after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a different world Dwayne WayneUnexplained things goin' in my strange brainUnidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane'Cause I be on that Mary, I don't fuck with plain JaneDrugs in the backpack, no room for E.TEyes on my kneecaps, don't look, I'm knee deepAll I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seedsSwallow 'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weedHaving trouble bein' human, let alone a human beingHave trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Bop)I fear without no understandin', that will be my own fearAnd they don't understand me, I know I don't belong hereTunechiLike I don't belongI feel like I don't belongLike I don't belongLike a extra-terrestrialExtraterrestrial, ohExtraterrestrialExtraterrestrial, oh

I love you cause you hate me moreI'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84Shake you like Haiti's floor, walk up on youLike "what's going on baby boy?" Shots in that Mercedes doorEither I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, orCould that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me moreBut I still owe Jimmy one more albumThe best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to CalvinRecognize my lifeRidicule my fightGive me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lightsIn the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to writeGet familiar with CartwrightCause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle dropsFor the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't popI'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'emThey can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heartNigga fuck your feelings, this is meKendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldierLike a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled overJohnny always lock a nigga downKnowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny PacquiaoLittle nigga Mayweather size, ride like PacIn his prime, thug life is now on radarTil the federal come through and raid oursReminiscing when the LA RaidersWas in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's domeAnd I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted toWestsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas dieAnd the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lionTrying, and I mean that shitGame came through, put the city on his backI was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit"Compton!"

With a bitchYou in the trenches tryin' to reach it bigOn another rapper's dickGo on represent where you liveKnow you annoyedBut don't make the mistakeI'm state to state in that Honda niggaNot an AccordI'm in that Honda G4 you will never affordAnd yup it's probably easy when a nigga is on boardCryyyyy now, cry nowCryyyyy now, cry nowCryyyyy now, cry nowCryyyyy now, nigga cry nowI'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on meI'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on himThe city where the weak survive and the strong dieWhere beef collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guyI done seen the worst of the worst, and what can be worseThan a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirtThe streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitchIt's like you beggin to die like bear huntin with a switchA part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the sameTrigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tameDetroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen can fix itResist and a biscuit will excede the distanceAnd bounce off one's home, hit and ricochetOff a kid's trombone right to where you niggas layObie can tell you that death is just a few inches awayI shed tears but you can get your fill of it todayCryyyyy nowCryyyyy nowCryyyyy nowCryyyyy nowLaugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body partHit 'em with just enough shots to make his body artNow I feel like we evenSee Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas this evenin'Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin'Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin'Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin'Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch?

Nard and BIt's gon' be okay, okay, oh, it's gon' be okayMe and my niggas, we don't play with you, it's gon' be okayI don't want no relations, I just want your facialI don't want no relations, I just want your facialPour some alcohol and drank it baby, go on and taste itPour some alcohol and drank it baby, go on and taste itI want no relations, I just want your facialGirl, you know you like a pistol, you a throw awayWe gon' drank, girl, we gon' drank like it's Cinco De MayoI won't ever tell you anything your heart desiresIt's gon' be okay, okay, girl its gon' be okayI don't want no confrontation, it's too complicatedPour my lean for me baby, you a hottie thottieI'm gon' fuck you in Atlanta like we on an islandI can't lose my concentration, girl, ain't goin' on datesIf we have a conversation, gotta fuck todayI ain't disrespectful, never, I ain't disrespectfulGot a black girl and a white one, call 'em salt and pepperI call one of 'em a Beamer and one a Kompressor (skrr)I told her, I would call her back and I forgot to text her (DJ EscoMoe)It's gon' be okay, okay, oh, it's gon' be okayMa and my niggas, we don't play with you it's gon' be okayI don't want no relations, I just want your facialI don't want no relations, I just want your facialPour some alcohol and drank it baby, go on and taste itPour some alcohol and drank it baby, go on and taste itI want no relations, I just want your facialGirl, you know you like a pistol, you a throw awayDJ EscoMoeCity, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin' planetDeep down, I believe you know you're a monster tooGo on, fuck that nigga, get it over withGo on, fuck that nigga, get it over withGo on, fuck that nigga, get it over withGo on, fuck that nigga, get it over withYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFuture HendrixI know your true feelings ain'tThey couldn't be here, you hear me?

(Damn, I love that ass)Shit no, on a dime, shit is mineGot to keep 'em comin' all the time (why?)Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at meKillas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at meHow B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with meDon't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuouslyPull a high power Coupe, make you jump shipLeave who you wit', run with the Roc-A-Fella crewTrick ya for the cheese, tear your boom upSpread a ill rumor, make you flip on Lil' CeaseTwist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hitsRock Lil' Kim hats and shitI gets down and dirty for the doughI got love and B.I.G. know itHe must got the studio buggedProbably, as we speak, he's on his way up the streetWith the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heatBut I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin' to eatHorizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweetAnd, no, my niggas, but I like the soundLil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figuresKillas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at meKillas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at meBefore I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keysB.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her kneesThrew me at high priced BeamsFace on TVs, platinum CDsShit, I never flipIt's on nigga, what, pussy greased upStack the Gs up, keeps the knees upWhat the fuck, stay fillin', half a mill'nGeneva Diva, yeah, I throws it downLay around, clown the clock stops for no oneNever 68 and owe 1, takes one to know oneBetter off with the Playboy magazine, uh, fuckin' with the DonPush the keys, GS3s to papesY'all ridin' crates state to stateLieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to AnaheimWhile you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin' mineAnd I'm married to thisY'all strategy listens, plannin' weddingsM.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshitAny type of threatens to pull shit, uhKillas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at meKillas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at meKillas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at meKillas be quiet, my niggas bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why you're mad at me

The thrill is gone, the Black Frank WhiteIs here to excite and throw dick to dykesBitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steelI want the fuckin' Fortune like the WheelI squeeze gats 'til my clips is emptyDon't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E (T-H-O-D Man)Here I amI'll be damned if this ain't some shitCome to spread the butter lyrics over harmony gritIt's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet-black ninjaComin' where you rest at, surrenderStep inside the ring, you's the number one contenderLookin' cold-booty like your pussy in DecemberNigga, stop bitchin', button up your lip andFrom Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-whippin'Hey, I'll be kickin' you, son, you doin' all the yappin'Actin' as if it can't happenYour frontin' got me mad enough to touch somethin'Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'So what you want, nigga?

NeverI put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terrorRazor sharp, I severThe head from the shoulders, I'm better, than my compettaYou mean competitor, whatever, let's get togetherShame on a nigga who try to run game on a niggaWho buck wild with the triggerI react so thick, I'm phat and yoRae came blowing and blew off your headphones blackRap from yo Cali to TexasSmoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to wreck thisBrothers approach and half stepBut ain't heard half of it yet and I bet you're not a fucking vetSo, when you see me on the real, forming like VoltronRemember I got deep like a Navy SealShame on a nigga who try to run game on a niggaWho buck wild with the triggerShame on a nigga who try to run game on a niggaI'll fuck your ass upYoI come with that ol' loco, style from my vocalCouldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focalsI'm no joker, play me as a jokerBe on you like a house on fire, smoke yaCrews be acting like they gangs, anywayBe like, "Warriors, come out and play, yay"Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrheaGot burnt once, but that was only gonorrheaDirty, I keep shit stains in my drawersSo I can get fizza-funky for youMurder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang, rahHere comes the Tiger verse CraneI'll be like wild with my stylePunk, you play me chump, you get dumpedWu is coming through at a theatre near youAnd get funk like a shoeWhat?

Tryna take Domo to the weed spotTrue pothead so I need potGo, I'm so fuckin' loadedPockets and the smoke and all the bitchesTell 'emGo, faded and I'm floatin'I hope your lungs is openAll the bitches, tell 'em, go(Now I been around the world beforeBut I never thought it'd be this wayAnd I smoked up all this weed beforeBut I never thought it'd feel this way)And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"Celebration shots got me really fadedKind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made itDrunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape itI feel amazing, making digits off my fucking cadenceSuck a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel TowerFive star general, the Odd Future I'm EisenhowerSaid I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to fight the powerIgniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hourA clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grassNiggas still stuck in the past, opening new scabsMe and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two tabsStumbling out with six models, my nigga order two cabsWe ain't worried 'bout rivals, them niggas too trashFuck what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new classAnd I don't give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' withOFWG run with the team or suck a dickGo, I'm so fuckin' loadedPockets and the smoke and all the bitchesTell 'emGo, faded and I'm floatin'I hope your lungs is openAll the bitches, tell 'em, go(Now I been around the world beforeBut I never thought it'd be this wayAnd I smoked up all this weed beforeBut I never thought it'd feel this way)And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch itThat's that church tambourine shitMy grandma used to play thatNiggaGolf Wang(Turn up) YessirI got old money, I got new moneyPut 'em together, I got huge moneyBank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting onTwenty years of success, let's toast to the bestSip on some Ace then I pour out the restFuck bitches, get endsDrink gin, fuck their friendsJuicy J three hoes in a white on white BenzI stay sipping codeineBlue dream I'm rolling upLooking for a bitch with bank statements like OprahThese black diamonds racist, Louis V no lacesMy plug on call coming straight up out the basementAll I know is money, it don't look like youOne shot from the chopper make you look like twoGo (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

I'll pump a nigga breaksSomething like MidasI try to be modest, nigga I'm honestAnd this is what I did for my birthday, bitchI ain't get no pussy though

YeahSpaghetti Junction, yes, yesElope, ski slopesDamn, yeah, check it outNiggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanchesTootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't justSit around and watch those nose membranes flameMy ends is loose and you can't stop that rainWhen it starts to fallLookin' like Ms.

Sex with me, so amazingAll this hard work, no vacationStay up off my Instagram, pure temptationHit a switch on a fake nigga, like a stationSex with me, so amazingSex with me, so amazingVodka and water, and a lemonAnd a few other things I can not mentionOh-na-na-na-naFive fingers on it (five fingers)Hit it like you own it, I'ma hit it like I'm on itStraight shots of the blue dot(Shots, shots, shots, shots)Baby, I'ma pick your poisonOoh-wee, ah-yeah, you gon' need itI'm off that la-laI'ma get it wet like Jacuzzi And sex with me, so amazingAll this hard work, no vacationStay up off my Instagram, pure temptationSex with me, sex with me, sex with meSo amazing, so amazingYou know I got the sauce (sauce), you know I'm saucyAnd it's always wet, a bitch never ever had to use lip gloss on itI'ma need you deeper than six, it's not a coffinWhen I'm making love, tryna get nastyWrap up your drugs, come make me happySex with me is amazing, with her it'll feel alrightThe sex doesn't get any better, make it long, let it be all nightI know, I know, I make it hard to let goTonight, all night, I'm MonroeEven if I'm aloneSex with me, so amazingAll this hard work, no vacationStay up off my Instagram, pure temptationHit a switch on a fake nigga like a stationSex with me so amazing, amazing, amazing, amazingSex with me, so amazing

Okay, man, just make sure it's not wack"Then one day I just went ahead and played itI wanted to play some songs, cause you know Cam was in the room, Young Guru, and Dame was in the roomSo I played, actually it's a song you'll never hearWell maybe I might use it so, it's called 'Wow'I go to Jacob with 25 thou', you go with 25 hundred, wowI got eleven plaques on my walls right nowYou got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow"Like the chorus went likeDon't bite that chorus, I might still use it So I play that song for him and he's like "oh, shit""I ain't gonna front, it's kinda hot"Like they still weren't looking at me like a rapperAnd I'm sure Dame figuredLike, man, if he do a whole album, if his raps is wackAt least we can throw Cam on every song and save the album, you knowSo, uh, Dame took me into the hallwayHe's like "Yo, man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick""You gotta be under an umbrella or you'll get rained on" I told Hip Hop and Hip Hop was like, "oh, word?"

504, my nigga, shout my woadieLa Flame killin' you niggas, damn, I'm sorryThat's not my kid, call up my nigga MauryDrinkin', drivin', but I wore a condom and I'm stickin' to that storyI bust a nut like I bust a brickBust a band like I bust a bitchBust a nigga like I bust a bitchBut I pass it like I'm Robert Horry (Straight up!)

The time is money and money still was made babyEight months ain’t stop nothing niggaIt’s like jail was third base and my lil’ nigga still came home, ya understandI’m from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapersThat’s why when the babies grow up damn they be like usI came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphersMan I’m so happy my lil’ brother came home from RikersShout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail BoyMy flow Lucifer, I spit hell boyMy heart numb, ain’t no pain I can’t withstandAnd I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstandGet off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch famLil’ nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damnI went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porchTo cruising through the streets of Miami in a red PorscheMe and Stunna fly, we should join the Air ForceStand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?

See how that shit go?Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like, "Bing"Cops (live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)Bitches (live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)Every-motherfuckin'-body, I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a nigga, you know?

To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitchHunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitchFoul nigga, that's the way we gettin' down, bitchYou shook fagot, I'm a keep you motherfuckers shakingAnd run around just like a crazy big foot JamaicanSee there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, niggaThey think you alien, whippin' shit like a hated niggaI wonder, wise guy trife and said to meWhat we be on and that we would have a recipeTalk, what they talkin' bout rude boy?

I knows I push it to the limitIt's all true, sip, sippin' on the brew, smokin' blunts while tooAnd I'm so drippy, take a look at my roots, take a look at my booSay that and they always wanna ask how it feel to be a kingEver since my daddy died, knew I wanted more and it was all on meSee him, all ghost, all black, pussy, please fall backA hero, they call him, he lethal, here, hold thatEverythin' full and lost kids, never gave a fuck about a hater and his pieceNow I'm 'bout to give a lil' tip, nigga, you fuck off, I'm too boss, huhYeah, yeahGet 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em upYeah, yeahGet 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em upThis is the tale of a knight, walk off the Earth, I do what I like, I likeSo when I'm off on the nights, she wanna take flight, flightSee him, we see him, we Gucci, take off on a flightWe in Omega, we dimmin' the lightsStewardess pourin' the liquor we lit, just bossin' the shitI tell 'em I'm just a young nigga that's stuck in the lifeSo when I'm goin' to places you neverAlways get money because I am coming, my girl load a GodMe and my team is road deep, makin' money when I sleepNever say never and plus I had set all my G'sTeach you what bosses can beWatch all these women that pray to the beat (Yeah)Pardon those freaksTop of the crop, I am not what you thinkin'I am an alien, live in the cosmos, I'm out of hereNigga, don't worry 'bout what I am doin', go live your lifeTalkin' shit 'bout me don't workI am too not, I ain't got time to worry 'bout itI'm too busy, I'm livin' a movieWhen you walk great, they will hate and say fuck a chopper'Cause I'm pipin' hotDo it for dreamers and wizards, my niggas that's flippin' it, oohYeah, yeahGet 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em upYeah, yeahGet 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em upThis is the tale of a knight, walk off the Earth, I do what I like, I likeSo when I'm off on the nights, she wanna take flight, flightYeah, yeahGet 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em upYeah, yeahGet 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em upThis is the tale of a knight, walk off the Earth, I do what I like, I likeSo when I'm off on the nights, she wanna take flight, flightGet 'em up, keep 'em upAnd this was the tale of a knight

Got me lost in hellTo live and die in LA on bail(My angel sing) to live and die in L.A.Is the place to beYou've got to be there to know itWhat everybody wanna seeTo live and die in L.A (to live and die in L.A)Is the place to beYou've got to be there to know itWhat everybody wanna seeIt's the City of Angels and constant dangerSouth Central L.A, can't get no strangerFull of drama like a soap opera, on the curbWatchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observeSo many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jailI swear the pen' right across from hellI can't cry 'cause it's home nowI'm just a nigga on his own now, livin' life thug styleSo I can't smile, writin' to my peoples when they ask for picturesThinkin' Cali just fun and bitchesBetter learn about the dress code, B's and C'sAll them other niggas copycats, these is G'sI love Cali like I love women'Cause every nigga in L.A got a little bit of thug in 'emWe might fight amongst each other, but I promise you thisWe'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed(To live and die in L.A.) to live and die in L.A.

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, babyStraight up honey really I'm askin'Most of these niggas think they be mackin' but they be actinWho they attractin' with that line, "What's your name what's your sign?"

(James, uh, uh)Man, I love this shitMan, I love this shit (okay)Man, I love this shitMan, I love this shitAnd I love this shitAnd I love this shit (okay)And I love this shitAnd I love this shit (love it, love it, love it, love it, ha, ha)It's two o'clock and I'm faded, this kush feeling amazingGot a voicemail on my phone from a lil breezy feeling X-ratedShe told a nigga she hurting, I'm in the car and I'm swervingI walked into her bedroom, I put it down, that's certainMan, I stay on that CÎROC ('ROC), man, I stay taking shots (shots)Man, your girl be on my jock, maybe 'cause I'm everything you're notSee, I ain't no bitch nigga, no rich nigga, no snitch niggaI'm a real nigga, that's real, niggaI'm just tryna chill 'causeI'm way too drunk to be talking like thisI'm way too high to be tripping like thisI'm way too young to be living like thisAsk me why I do it?

It's like I don't even know yaI gotta bring it back to the 'NoliaFuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggasFuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggasFuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggasI ride with my niggas, I'll die for myTo all my second string bitches, tryna get a babyTrying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazyI don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-ZHe ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazyShe Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlertHe Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlertHe only wanna see that ass in reverseTwo-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purseNow you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other sideGotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheidThen she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart diedThen you gotta go and tell your girl and report thatMain reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort thatNow your driver say that new Benz you can't afford thatAll that cocaine on the table you can't snort thatThat going to that owing money that the court gotOn and on that alimony, uh, yeah yeah, she got you homie, yeah'Til death but do your part, uh, unholy matrimony

Afeni ShakurIce insured, fuck life insuranceThree bad bitches, dope come concurrentStill, you know the dope won't stopIf I die today bury me in a dope ass watchThey say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our livesWell, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonightAnd you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our livesSo live fast and die young, Live fast and die young, Live fast and die youngHey, hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey, hey

Throw your Rollies in the skyWave 'em side to side and keep your hands highWhile I give your girl the eye, player, pleaseLyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin'Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-OHere's my phone number, your man ain't got to knowI got the dough, got the flow down pizatPlatinum plus like thizatDangerous on trizacks leave your ass flizatI don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we seeI don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we seeI don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we seeWhat's going on?