Death

[Intro]

The streets keep calling me back

So what I do? came back

2 Chain Benny, man

Buff City, Black Blood ENT

Rest in peace [?]

I know that yall be wondering

Like why I be on that D-boy shit?

What are you talking about? What do you mean about that?

I keep it coming like your neighborhood dope man

[Verse]

I turn a dream to reality, beat to a casualty

And all this work on us, triple beam to a salary

My whip game insane, see the big chain

The white girl, I beat the bitch like Rick James

I just drive the new whips, I don't make 'em playa

The touch screen look like I'm playing Space Invaders

Your money weird thug, I apply layers of

Killed 'em, '05 and '06, I took a year off

But I'm back, '07, right here, y'all

Coupe from the future, like you're looking through a clear ball

Yeah, I'm gassed over cash, I'm the pump man

But then, I'll smash through your glass like a stuntman

Reap what you sow, steal from me, you gotta return

I let your baby mama keep [?]

No vest on my back, you gotta hold me down soldier

We back on the same shit when the trial over

They can keep they sprints, we use pre-paid shits

They listen to we whisper, like the Ying Yang Twins

I cook grams up, boil 'em in ether

So my tag with the kush man more than your re-up

I'm in the office, head back and my feet up

Tired? No, I don't want no dirt on my sneakers

Gangstas never die, so bury me alive

And then, tell my story on Larry King Live

Behind the Glory, maybe on Oprah

I bet these words never make it to a notebook

I'm a D-boy, so my life trife

I got a black handgun and a white wife

Mama looked and said "Baby, you a born star"

So it's fuck everybody like a pornstar

Fifty-dollar blunt, five-hundred-dollar shades

Mr. I'm Paid and I'm running out of names, nigga

Mr. D-boy, how you whip that?

I'm fucked up, can you show me how to get back?

Yeah, I'll show you how to get back

Nigga, this the get-back, uh