It’s Too Late Lil Head (Ft. Paul Wall)

(*talking*)
Say look out J, I'm feeling this here man
That's some funky shit man, that nigga T-Mix
Got the track making a nigga wanna tell the truth man
A lot of down to earth game
I've seen a lot of dumb ass niggas and bitches, feel me
It's just real mayn, the shoe fits wear it dog
That's bottom line, feel me on this here

[Lil Head]
Listen mayn, I'm trying to get game and maintain
Understand, it's simple and plain to what I'm saying
I see, a lot of niggas take the game light
Tell your homies bout your hustle, and think that the game's tight
Grown dummy, never tell a person bout your money
Even if you cap about hundreds, and only got twenties
I knew niggas that got caught up, for discussing the shit
Standing round the wrong niggas, saying they fucking with bricks
Yeah that bragging get you fucked, yeah that capping get you touched
Them same niggas you call your guerillas, will put your casket in the dust
How would you handle that shit brah, if they was blasting up at ya
Would you pull your cannon out, and started blasting back at brother
Game serious, but my real niggas they gon be feeling this
Mary Jane ease my brain, while I spit this shit
Penitentiary chances, hard times is what you facing
Youngster coming up in the game, with no patience
Why do, niggas tell these hoes where they cash at
Knowing when they get pissed, they ain't getting no cash back
Perhaps that, some of you niggas will wisen up
'Fore the FED's send a bitch at your crib, and squad up