Lyrics:
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
[Master P]
our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo)
Chorus: repeat 2X
Where you at whodi? (I'm over here
Fu Man Chu
But I
I don't want you to take this the wrong way
I wanna know when I die I'll be okay
Cuz I don't wanna regret that's the old me
That's
and
Said, "Okay, wait, hmm
I may not want to be 40 years old
Rapping the hip hop fans may not
Want to hear me when I'm 40 years old rapping
So I'm going
help us make it through
When I die take me through
Up to Heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga Griles too
And God know I'm thug
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks, cop all the drops
I know you thinking now when all the balling stops
Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht
Every verse I'm spitting, man, it's written like I was at church
Please support the channel, follow me and buy your mom some merch
Every time you do is
And the mortals make mad
The mortals make me mad
The mortals make me mad when they're not artists
But there are bullshit artists
You'll countersue
I'll countersue
of where I've been
When a man pulled up beside me, and told me to get in
Where you headed son, I heard the old man say
I don't know it's to early to tell
that when our children get old (know what I'm sayin'?
Our seeds or whatever they got somethin' for theyself right there (true)
We ain't, we ain't
to that heaven I need
'Cause girl you know I can't get enough
Lady lay that sweetness on me
You got a motion that melts up my mind
Every time that I see it
alone can turn the dark
To a walk in the park
I only talk from my heart
So open yours when you're listening
Every man has his own heaven
the back of an old veteran
Cruising in a hootie, overdosing on his medicine
Preaching parables, reminding us when he was better than
His cripple feeble
so hard to do
when i was shot dat nigga like i started to cause breakin old habits so hard to do
fresh out da dealership crackin up wit cigarsin
Things got out of hand
We said words we couldn't imagine
I don't understand
There you go with the same old thing
When things go wrong, you always
face
Popping pills and powder
Trying to kill some hours
Cause when I'm sober
Man I promise I can feel the power
Of death eating me slowly I'm on my way
that is heaven
None of us can run from the truth
Oh yes
To war with who me dwell
To I man that is hell
Can't live so fi Ghetto Youths
I
If you lucky, you get old
Oldtimer told me (yeah)
You ain't gon' be able to fuck the same
Drink the same
Hang out the same
I'm like, once a man
worn all over the world
By real cowboy, women's and pearls
He even made one for me he jokingly called "the old friend"
Bridge:
Well when old friends
'm the man
Bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man
I get to the cash
These niggas is crafts, they making me laugh
I walk in the mall, grab
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
at heavens gates
Like da beat he get clapped up
In da trap p’s getting vacced up
Gotta kno how to run your pacs up
Why they hate cuz I’m sacked up
Got gas bags
people reach heaven man this is way bigger than cash (Way bigger)
I can't go back to my old life baby that's the old me (That's the old me)
Yeah yeah yeah
if I die would I go to heaven? I wanna live
Cause it's hell I wanna live
All alone
When I think about the things you do for me, girl
I really want you
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