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Smokin' a fat spliff in a brand new Benz
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin
Yeah

Lookin' in the mirror but I don't see much
Still runnin the streets so I don't sleep much
Watchin' the snakes so they don't creep up
But the way I'm gettin' dis money, niggaz can't keep up
You niggaz can't keep up

Niggaz got beef but it can't be much
I'm still walkin' through the crowds like I can't be touched
Top back all black gretsky puck
Ice skater lil' later might let me f*ck
Damn, she might let me f*ck

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?
Rock a Vakaron on my wrist a year ago
I didn't even know dat bitches exist

Quarter milli for the muthaf*cka
No insurance on a muthaf*cka
Ain't life a bitch but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody know that I'm a lot of people threat
Biggie smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death

Yesterday, I read my horoscope
Tell me, Lord, will I be poor and broke?
Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope?
I wanna take my momma to the Poconos

(Goodbyes) But only Lord knows
To all the love ones I leave behind
Atleast they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?

Thought havin' everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I have tattoo tears of joy

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?
Young rich muthaf*cka still uneducated
But dammit, a nigga made it

Goddamn, a nigga made it crib bigger than a church
Lord know I'm blessed
5 diffrent lawyers lord know I'm stressed
A punch in the face get you 300K
Ask vlad now he back to makin' minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways

I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that bitch Vivica nice
And I'm still swimmin' in ice
I'm just livin' my life
I'm just livin' my life

Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate
Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch, take her back to your place
Next mournin' I can tell you how the pussy taste
I got expensive taste

Goodbye To all the love ones I leave behind
Atleast they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?

Thought that havin everythind would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My god, I'm scarred
I have tattoo tears of joy

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this?
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real
I gotta represent for Emmit Teal
All the dead souls in the field

Lookin' at my Rolly it's about that time
White man had a problem with mine
And we suppose to be shy
The revolutions televised
Bodies still on the rise

Goodbye to all the love ones I leave behind
At least they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?

Tought havin' everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I have tattoo tears of joy
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Smokin' a fat spliff in a brand new Benz
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin
Yeah

Lookin' in the mirror but I don't see much
Still runnin the streets so I don't sleep much
Watchin' the snakes so they don't creep up
But the way I'm gettin' dis money, niggaz can't keep up
You niggaz can't keep up

Niggaz got beef but it can't be much
I'm still walkin' through the crowds like I can't be touched
Top back all black gretsky puck
Ice skater lil' later might let me f*ck
Damn, she might let me f*ck

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?
Rock a Vakaron on my wrist a year ago
I didn't even know dat bitches exist

Quarter milli for the muthaf*cka
No insurance on a muthaf*cka
Ain't life a bitch but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody know that I'm a lot of people threat
Biggie smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death

Yesterday, I read my horoscope
Tell me, Lord, will I be poor and broke?
Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope?
I wanna take my momma to the Poconos

(Goodbyes) But only Lord knows
To all the love ones I leave behind
Atleast they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?

Thought havin' everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I have tattoo tears of joy

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?
Young rich muthaf*cka still uneducated
But dammit, a nigga made it

Goddamn, a nigga made it crib bigger than a church
Lord know I'm blessed
5 diffrent lawyers lord know I'm stressed
A punch in the face get you 300K
Ask vlad now he back to makin' minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways

I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that bitch Vivica nice
And I'm still swimmin' in ice
I'm just livin' my life
I'm just livin' my life

Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate
Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch, take her back to your place
Next mournin' I can tell you how the pussy taste
I got expensive taste

Goodbye To all the love ones I leave behind
Atleast they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?

Thought that havin everythind would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My god, I'm scarred
I have tattoo tears of joy

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this?
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real
I gotta represent for Emmit Teal
All the dead souls in the field

Lookin' at my Rolly it's about that time
White man had a problem with mine
And we suppose to be shy
The revolutions televised
Bodies still on the rise

Goodbye to all the love ones I leave behind
At least they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?

Tought havin' everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I have tattoo tears of joy
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Writer: WILLIAM ROBERTS, WILLIE HUTCH, ERNEST WILSON, THOMAS CALLAWAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

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