[talking]

Picture, i'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese

But my kaperz goin sour for the lil' b.g., peep me



[verse one]

I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser

Murders i'm accused 'cause i'm a ak user

Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots

Pack glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot

'cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic

Six figgas what i'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n

Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents

In front of this baller house that i'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's planned all out

I demand you denied, them lights goin all out

I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks

Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 g

The niggas in the project come in black like always

Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways

Creepin so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo'

I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease

Nigga freeze

Get on yo knees

No keys, no g's

I find dead bodies

Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavily

I'm leavin a made g

Get back to the car, tryin to get far as i can

Nigga planned what i planned, my gun shakin in my hand

It's one way goin gettin money and the power

Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour



[chorus]2x

That's cold, i'm tryin to hold money and the power

Everything i do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, i want a office in a tower

Sittin on g's wit 30 keys of powder



[verse two]

I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheese

Do what i gotta do, nigga it's all on me

Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong

Might be a power move to go in this nigga home

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit

Aint killin no kids, but i'ma split his wig

If i have to spank his bitch, i'ma spank the ho

Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass at

Look at this chopper in my hand, i'ma blast that, pass that

Green shit wit ben franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, aint no need for thankin on it

I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast

Fo' i get to the point, fuck it buster, and i'll blast

You play with fire get burned, fuck wit b.g. get burnt

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat

I let my nuts hang, i'm bout money and the power

Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour

That's cold, man that's cold

My plan went sour



[chorus]2x



[verse three]

I planned this and i done planned that

But every time it go sour, i can't stand that

I want money and the power in my hand black

I'ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, i done jacked, i done slung the mack

And everytime the kaper over, i bring nothin back

I have no paper and i'm sober i aint havin that

Any high-roller got what i want, then i'm grabbin that

All i got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill

But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill

I just be real and hope b.g. hit the jack pot

Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot

We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, i come out juvey ride

Hot boyz come out, we all ride

I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle

Do what i gotta do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, i pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail

You know i gotta duck, but i'm tryin to bring up tape sales

'cause i got a plan, i got a plan to go platinum

Holdin my dick, g's and a strap in my hand



[chorus] 3x



[talking]

Nigga, respect that

All these niggas puttin on they black mask

Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me

Don't go in that kaper if it aint planned right

'cause it aint gon' come out right

You aint gon' come out wit no mail

Make sure you got it down pat

I done been through it

And i aint bring nothin back

But i'm bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people

And they sendin some shit back, ya heard me

It's all gravy, ca$h money records, black connection on the rise

All the time...