my God... my stomach ... That hurts... there it is again... oh what pain It's like someone's cutting me with a knife ...This is more than pain" [A:]
Then hit back where I'm stay Third world we get that cake Thirteen is where I lay shots off to MIA [Verse 8: Rick Ross] More money more problems Don
louder*] All I need is one cub, one page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the
niggas, say good luck to ya They know you're off the hook and you're soon to bleed My reputation states that I kills with speed More drama than a rap
everybody want to tap somethin' Go get your own don't make me have to fuckin' clap somethin' I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin' So love you Dany more than
yet you got killed for nothing at all So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain No more chump change, none of
bitches playin' day shit Kept a cheese line security, holdin' three nines I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the decline Whip the work up, more than
diamonds on poppin open ace of spades. poker deck coke get stretched and cake get made. if you try to walk in my shoes you prolly break yo legs. Im hotter than
like a street lamp fixture [together] Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin B-boys hold down the function Rock steadily for more than just dough
haters You little putos, okay You little haters and jealous cause i got more platinum and diamonds In my grill than you, okay Cause i got more moneys
on the same block that the water on I be more than gone, run and get your order form Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on Cause she realer than
everyone I've known To make everybody happy I think I would need a clone Places we get flown, parties that we've thrown I done more for this city than
(been gettin paid) don't believe me, you can google this Got a major deal Winnin Boston green diamonds, while you waste your skrill I buy green diamond
