This is a mean old world, baby to live in all by yourself Yes it's a mean old world, baby to live in all by yourself Yes, you can't get the woman you
them handcuffs Playing for a blue van, cause if it's red nigga that's FED I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red But I
we conneteced on the low like vonage(huh) And I kno it ain't as deep as it could be Or as it would be but that's how it should be Cause overtime we gonna
time we ah wait to see we people unify Clean out we self and real's start purify We done uniform you know it's straight mulitply Straight multiply, know it's
would think I got it made, better look again I got a Butler, got a maid, and a mansion The belief is that I'm living out a millionaires fantasy With phantoms
Gave that pussy a scar and told her good lookin You s a crack baby that means your momma paid me You can't even blame it that's what the hood made me [
(with Bun B) [Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a fitness
cause I swear I never loaned it And LIfe ain't a rehearsal the camera's always rollin' So come and get a portion of this money that we be blowin' Cause it's
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
I finish my next album, 5 million and countin Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's
alive In 2006, it might sound like this NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a
