Dnyc3 has signed on Started from the bottom did whole lot They see a nigga winning hoes gon' flock Niggas dirty mac'n on the name and still ain't got no joints They fronted on me back then but that's besides the point Now I'm at the finish line I only move when the money call I'm focused like I'm off that adderall Young nigga had em all And them haters I ain't round y'all You niggas praying for my down fall And I ain't even lost yet Obi said I'm up next And these hoes man don't sweat Toss em like they Jazzy Jeff You can bank on that, this shit all facts These snakes don't gets no daps, uh Now she wanna put me on the team She said my D is nice the beats put me in the league (Leimert) And Aziz got my back If you niggas hating Kash got the strap It's the mutha-fuckin Pope See a nigga like me ion take no L's No No Every time you see me know I'm up Way up boy that's all I know I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been going so hard that I keep on winning Ain't shit you can tell me. aye Biggie said mo money mo problems But I never had problem getting money I been winning for a long time, never switched up She wanna roll with a winner better keep ya chick tucked Road to success man I'm taking lanes up Don't hate when I get that Roover, get yo range up Man I see them punks hating telling them niggas go sleep I dun seen close friends turn to enemies Chris Tucker, Charlie Sheen, money talks better speak up Just to be Frank I want the respect like Aretha And uh To the sky's my fate, the pigs I shake Leimert's the only L I'll take and that's hunnid And Aziz got my back If you niggas hating Kash got the strap It's the mutha-fuckin Pope See a nigga like me ion take no L's No No Every time you see me know I'm up Way up boy that's all I know I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been winning for a minute I been going so hard that I keep on winning Ain't shit you can tell me, aye Biggie said mo money mo problems But I never had problem getting money I been winning for a minute

Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage He used to hustle on the street corners His mom would always beg him to quit but he didn't wanna As he got older, he got even worse 'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle The brother he was squabblin' with, had broke his ankle Laid him out in the driveway Some people knew he wouldn't survive but hey I ain't the one to speak up on another's All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook He had a baby that he couldn't raise And she will never see her father again 'cause he's in a grave I always think about [unverified] "My daddy was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer" How will the family explain it? "My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!" He ain't around to see her walk Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls Just the thought of a kid livin' fly fucks me up When his girl has to raise a bastard child It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it The situation's got me guessin' But the answer remains to be a question He lived his life in a lie I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die It was crazy how it happened Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin' All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds And the boy was just screamin' as he fell to the ground A woman yelled, get an ambulance But I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chance You shoulda seen him, he was scared A bullet goes to his chest and one to his head He just laid there in silence and all I heard was the sirens Paramedics pulled up Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck Put his ass on the stretcher But if he survives, I'm willin' to betcha He'll be out for revenge They patched him up within a week he was back at it again Went to his brother on the North side Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride Packed it up in the trunk AK-47, M-11 and a pump Rolled by [unverified] on Scott Street School was lettin' out "Yo, you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "Watch me!" Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun He shot him Put his tooly on the front seat Continued his mission, as he headed down the street The kids was just starin' at each other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down Cullard His brother was just dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?" "Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit" "He, he, he, he, he hah man fuck that bitch" Went to the store to use the pay phone Called up Mack, "Aiyyo J.D. Homey" Hung it up and rolled down Dagger Headin' for the nigga he was after By the time he arrived at the scene Malcolm was ready for anything He tried to sneak around the back way Never thought of bein' taken out on that day Black boy, black coat Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat He didn't fall so he fired One to the middle of his skull, he's expired A whole army came out Twenty-seven niggaz all strapped out of one house That how it happens in the acre One nigga died in the park in the paper Shit gets deeper but why? I guess you only get a minute to pray and a second to die

Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty Do that thing you know I like No one watchin', it's just me and you, alright Yuh She a shy girl, but she a freak deep down (down) Pussy royalty, needs to be crowned (crowned) We should leave town (town), sex is better overseas Both your hands and both your knees Crawl over, grab hold of me Show me where you wanna take it (show me) Grab the headboard, hold on tight I think we 'bout to break it (break it) She wants more, she asks what's her reward for bein' patient Don't just undress me with your eyes Use your hands, let your mouth just glide Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty Do that thing you know I like No one watchin', it's just me and you, alright (yeah, yeah) Yuh (yeah, yeah, yeah) She said, "Spank me, that's the only way I learn" (come on) I said, "Okay, good girl, good girl" Tried to test her (yuh) patience, we didn't get far (yuh) Topped me off in the mornin' Now that's what I call a "head start" (top) Baby, don't be ashamed (nah) I'm cravin' it everyday Don't need to wait for the weekend For you to call out my name Baby, we could do this often (often) If those pants are botherin' you Take 'em off then (off then) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty Do that thing you know I like No one watchin', it's just me and you, alright (Yeah, yeah) I know everyone wants a pretty girl like you You look so good when you put me inside you Listen, there ain't nothing like that moan When the tip's in (ooh), good God (good God) Look at you, you're doin' such a good job (good job) Girl I'm proud of you (I am), I love the sound of you (ooh) Girl, you're mine now, you were made for me Come for me, baby, you don't gotta wait for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty Do that thing you know I like No one watchin', it's just me and you, alright Yuh We said we only friends, so how come we keep forgettin' That yo' my sweetest oblivion? We just fakin' with benefits See my icebreaker was tellin' you that I might break ya Our friends disapproved, but we not good advice takers They just jealous, so they twisted our love The ritual is kissin' you, givin' you dick 'til you- Come, come, uh Met you when I knew I only wanted one lover Then it happened one summer, I was cold before But I don't care if I get hurt, every rose has thorns Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty Yeah, I want you to get nasty Do that thing you know I like No one watchin', it's just me and you, alright