[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah
C'mon
Yeah, yo
[Verse 1: Havoc]
It's all about the murders and the killings, bitches they catch feelings
Niggas mixin' business with pleasure won't measure, will it?
Some was my homies, Kill it
Just came home from penet'
I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him
He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this
How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in
Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years
You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here
Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made
I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid
Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust
Even worse they ask for help like I'm the Red Cross
I don't knock niggas when they down, I try to lift 'em
But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em
Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw)
It's a ten year road, but niggas ain't tryin' to hear it
[Hook: Havoc]
All this dough we make, we makin' it look too easy
Niggas can't get any money cause they palms so greasy
Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be me
Niggas better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely
All this dough we make, we makin' it look too easy
Niggas can't get any money cause they palms so greasy
Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be me
Niggas better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely
Yeah
C'mon
Yeah, yo
[Verse 1: Havoc]
It's all about the murders and the killings, bitches they catch feelings
Niggas mixin' business with pleasure won't measure, will it?
Some was my homies, Kill it
Just came home from penet'
I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him
He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this
How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in
Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years
You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here
Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made
I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid
Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust
Even worse they ask for help like I'm the Red Cross
I don't knock niggas when they down, I try to lift 'em
But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em
Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw)
It's a ten year road, but niggas ain't tryin' to hear it
[Hook: Havoc]
All this dough we make, we makin' it look too easy
Niggas can't get any money cause they palms so greasy
Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be me
Niggas better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely
All this dough we make, we makin' it look too easy
Niggas can't get any money cause they palms so greasy
Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be me
Niggas better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely
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