Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers