Mama put me out at only fourrrrrrrrteen.
So I started sellin crack, cocaine, and codeine.
Time to stack some paper. Gotta do it quick.
Thinkin I'm a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah.
My mama's only son,
But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin last one.
Every nigga and they mama askin why.
But I'm in the game, live by the game, and in the game I'm a die.
And if I die, or should I say if I go.
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come-and-go.
'Cause tomorrow aint promised to me.
The only thing promised to a playa is the pen-eh-ten-tia-ry.
So I'm a take care of my business on the smooooooooth tip.
Watch my back, sellin crack, and pack twooooooo clips.
And when ya think about that you say "it'll be on."
'Cuase Its a trip youre here today... but the next day youre gone.
