Lyrics:

Bury me with my enemies, dead and gone,
they remember me, weathered me in the dirt, nigga
Power on the…, power and the keys
Money brings fleas they put, and crack put prom queens on ease.
Genetics is like the genes on fiends dirty,
It’s seven thirty and I feed off queens early,
I drive Bentley's and I speed off scenes, pearly
Make the solo over ya ex, ya wife, ya girly
Life flies, better push it to the limit,
Fuck just getting by, that's just no way to live it!
What the fuck do you take me for?
Try to take somethin', you’ll be laying on the floor.
Some of these comrades were grieving here before,
I’m losing, nigga, every time I leave out on a tour
They don’t respect war, bullets squeezin out the four
Heaven’s door got to be better than ….have been seen before,

Chorus:
Fuck talkin, let’s take em to war!
Drama after drama till they laying on the floor,
What the fuck do you take me for?
Eye for an eye, time to even up the score
I’d rather be not here then hungry,
I’m sick when I’m not near my money,
They want me to lose but I’ma win,
I made it here before; and Ima make it here again.

Ugh bullshit kept to a minimum come at me on sublimenal imma retaliate strait
you need a M mack miracle its a don bomb lyrical somethin chemical hungry enough
to strait plates a sure shotter im raw sour the morgue hours the whores crowd us for 24 hours
you know cowards, fightin em is one of my superpower, stupid dollas, swagga and the coupe is stylin'
used to violence, old beef, new medallions youve been drownin, im flyin en route to islands
G-unit soldier on the frontline of the new battallion the cars German the paints Black, the shoes Italian
i dont cuddle or kiss french, shorty you wilinn... no need for a stylist im already stylin
Profilin, jealousy n crime tellin keep the neighbor hood on edge aint no body smiling

Chorus:
Fuck talkin, let’s take em to war!
Drama after drama till they laying on the floor,
What the fuck do you take me for?
Eye for an eye, time to even up the score
I’d rather be not here then hungry,
I’m sick when I’m not near my money,
They want me to lose but I’ma win,
I made it here before; and Ima make it here again.

Rain man, Hoffman, two eleven range, bad bitch coughin
Good weed, expel out my lungs,
Re up on da w-izz-eed, fore i'm done.
Cocaine pitchin, sandy coke facts
Being broke at thirty give you chills,
Biggie quote that,
Rub at least (?) on the wall, 2-11 X Jaguar
Make the girls talk,
Herm az skits, five thousand on the blazer
Disrespect the heck, turn a nigga chaser
The difference between me and you is, you Mel Gibson witcha bitch
And I’m a pimp, my Fonzarelli flow make da hoes drool
Candy paint drippin' off the old school,
So don’t merge in my lane,
L Choppa, what a game,
I built a tunnel for the cane

Chorus:
Fuck talkin, let’s take em to war!
Drama after drama till they laying on the floor,
What the fuck do you take me for?
Eye for an eye, time to even up the score
I’d rather be not here then hungry,
I’m sick when I’m not near my money,
They want me to lose but I’ma win,
I made it here before; and Ima make it here again.