Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo You niggas know what time it is Its time for that gangsta shit We aint got shit to live for Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore In the middle of the real war Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for I make million out yeah I dont care about a muthaphuka out there My heart cold and my wrist rock You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill Cuz if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka will I went double but i still tuck the steel Im the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the deal Rollin in a bag of D when you cut the seal When i bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville I aint never had a pop.