Can I Live

[Verse 1: Ransom]

I've been having some deep thoughts with that L blowing

Niggas in jail knowing

When you do it, do it yourself

And never tell no one

You see them shells blowing

I'll go to hell knowing

That I had them eagles sit em down like Terrell Owens

I spell evil backwards

I gotta live

If money's the root of evil

Then fuck it I'm an evil bastard

You know that diesel acid

When it reach the masses

I swear to God it'll burn

Turn the streets to ashes

Dope in the Charger

Still smoking L's laughin

I'm coaching the carter

Call me Samuel Jackson

Nigga's been fags

Funny like Sinbad

Me, I'm from the hood

My life saving's in a gym bag

I'm flaming the forty

I ain't even sorry

If you're with your kid

Then I'll put your brain on your shorty

I ain't open that damn Glock for the fame and the glory

I was hoping to jam rocks like Damien Marley

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Hey yo, I'm living better

Second letter with a set of wings

Butter leather

Hoodie sweater and some better bling

Black Beretta

These niggas better not have said a thing

For that cheddar I'm not a forgetter or regret a thing

I could get her

Don't have to sweat in order to get her things

I'll forget her

It feel better just to let her cling

When you met her she was better than Coretta King

Ya'll lived together

She was gonna get a wedding ring

She chose me and blows me like she owes me

You know me

I take whatever life throws me

Shows me

Girls don't like boys

They like cars, money and some of that good smoke

Kush jars and twenty

Tell a few good jokes

But it's far from funny

When you in the hood broke

You see I understand what make niggas underhand

So I put a hundred grand just to put you on the lam

This ain't what you wanted man

[Verse 3: Paul Cain]

I'm a problem for every rapper breathing

On every track I'm meeting

It's a fact

I'mma be factor in rap this season

I pull my strap and squeeze it

Coming with a pack of demons

That'll leave the pastor bleeding

You ain't gotta ask the reason

I know what Shaq was scheming

You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away

Yellow, white, and glasses gleaming

Chain so sick

I don't need a piece for it

I can hear the streets talking

I dare you to reach for it

I'm strapped

If you look closely you can see the torrents

Hate niggas that keep talking

They usually be informants

That Brooklyn bullshit

You better believe I'm on it

You know if I mean I bought it

Flow sick, put G's up on it

And naw

I don't get along with these rapping cats

They mad my chain's the same size as their platinum plaques

Thats a fact

Let me get mine first, then after that

I'm completely done with rap

You cats can have it back

[Verse 4: Stack Bundles]

Had a Hummer and Range Sport thoughts for the winner

Summer thoughts for the winter

It's Long John weather

Fiends come with shorts in the winter

Shoveled snow in the winter

Hope you're getting my drift

You should hold your head back when you get in a drip, drip

A little grip

I could cover the order

Wanna floss, I'm a boss

I'll confront you, recorder

See the cross all flooded

Little stones on the border

And I just got a divorce

So I'm looking for Run's daughter

Tell the rev that I'm dealing with some evils

The sun shine on em cause the coup ceiling's see-through

Dainty women, Antique denim

His pockets gotta be nauseous

The man's keep spending

Tricking on niggas

Throw a little kitty on em

My niggas will sic em and empty out the semis on them

You'd rather spit on God than go against him

Ain't no second guessing

It's SQUAD UP convinced em

[Verse 5: Jaz]

They can't take me in the dark grey Jag

Seats the same leather as the Mark Jake bag

But Jaz the kind of bitch that the narcs may tag

Cause I'm bringing the kind of butter like Parkay had

And no, I ain't the ho that want a nickel to earn

The street bitch need a stack that's as thick as a curve

And you might catch a chick in the burbs

Maybe cause I'm, nice with the nouns

And slick with the verbs, yeah

It's Ms. Jizzaz

Fizzaz and spizzaz

I'm like Betty Shabizzaz

With a little pizzaz

I wasn't sworn in just to join in

Been family since the morning that I was born in

And getting money is hereditary

That California kush got my eyes red as cherries

These bitches waiting on they next pay day

I'm in a XK-8

With the body of an ex-Playmate

And I'm still holding the SK straight, nigga