Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame
Separating your body from your face then eating your name,
Where's your wealth? where's your fame?
Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne
Lucky seven probably poppa
Leave your running to your mamma,
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Your just signing your death so mind your threats
Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts
Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones
Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let
If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list
Your on fire.. your on fire
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
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