The Good Die Young

Yo, you know what I want?
I want the beat to drop right..now niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
[You are crazy..]
I ain't crazy...
[You are crazy....]
Atleast I don't think I'm crazy, I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot.
[You hot but you crazy..]
Why they wanna?..man..I don't know...

It's the money that - makes shit get ugly.
It's the money that - makes these hoes love me.
It's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me.
Man, I thought the money would make it all lovely.
Yo, I actually write what I do or see
the felonies from day to day make me say what I say.
When I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's.
Don't cry for me, smile for me,
and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me.
Remember the good times, the chips we stacked?
The clips we packed, and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack.
Let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote was from my heart.
So it'll always be number one on my chart,
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art.
Sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
This shit is real, it ain't a game.

They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine.
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine.

First it happened to Stretch, then to Pac, and Big.
I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid
so I get vest up when I get dressed up
in the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up.
If it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup,
If you gossipin about me, shut the fuck up.
Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
dude listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you
you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue.
Right now what you need to do is gimme the cash.
Forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass.
Be a good Boy now, go and get your stash,
I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash.
Alright run along before I shoot ya ass,
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.

I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast.
Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last man listen, if you really really like this shit
nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit.
Call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop
to each his own, me?
I got it while it was cheap
typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street.
1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat
niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels?
What a treat, you're a generous guy take'em off or die
man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies
look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly.
Why you 'round here with this shit anyway?
Huh?
You high?
See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.