Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight

I make yo' mouthpiece obese like DeLuise
When I release you loose teeth like Little Cease
Nigga please
Blood floods yo dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
Than the average playa' hater and spectators
Buy my CD twice
They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice
But that's on the low though
Be the cats with no dough, tried ta play me at my show
I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change niggas
Snort-cane niggas
Extortion came quicker
Bought the range' nigga
It still tickle me
I used ta be as strong as ripple be
Til' Little Cease crippled me
Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be
The game's sour like a pickle be
Y'all know da rules
Move from BK to New Jeruz
Thinkin' 'bout, all the planes we flew
Bitches, we ran through
Now the year's new
I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Muthafuckas mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious
Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous
When my men bust, you just move with such stamina
Slugs missed ya
I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya)
Blood rushin', concussions, ain't nothin'
Catch cases, come out frontin'
Smokin' something
Sippin white russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin'
I laced it with the basic
6 TV's, a system, knockin' mase shit, face it
We hard to hit
Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the pee up
Mix shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
Long kiss

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight

Uh, I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fuckin'
Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the
Game is that?
Like they hustle backwards
I smoke Backwoods, and Dutchies
Ya can't touch me
Try to rush me
Slugs go, touchy-touchy
You're bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
Now you rest eternally sleepy
You burn when you creep me
Rest where the worms-n-the weak be
My 9 flies, baptize, rap guys
With the Holy Ghost
I put holes in most, you hold yo' toast shaky
Slippin', tryin' to break me
Look what you made me do, brains blew
My team in the marine-blue, Six Coupé
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out
The block for distances, givin' long kisses bitch

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight

Frank White the menacin', Chron Chron's the medicine
I got the lettuce in
You turn green like cucumber skin
Got the new Hummer in the summer
When I was the newcomer then
Drugs and Mac-10's
Hug from fake friends
Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou
That's why I relate to, choke yo’ ass out till yo’ face blue, make you
Open the safe too
No matter how you call it (how you call it)
This brolic, alcoholic
Like his weed greened out like his brick solid
Distribute to kids who take heart like valentine
Drink Ballentine, all the time
Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine, flatline
Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo’ times
Damn that three-to-nine, fucked you up for real though
Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo' ass goodnight