God save us from this fucking nightmare this tragedy of life in the eye of the storm, we rise, we fight on lookout at starboard, the blackened clouds
, i'm 62 ... i'm getting to it, you niggers loosing shit, i'm a boss yeah i took a loss, i was out in vegas me and gucci ... shooting at the table when
on us, serve tre's like waiters It's the life we chose to hustle Can't stop it, can't knock it Half the profit get flown out Vegas Me and my niggaz try
bundles on, serve tre's like waiters It's the life we chose, the hustle Can't stop it, can't knock it Half the profit get flown out Vegas Me and my niggas
have to drop some bombs over there Heard a lot of small talk all about your doing But we will be the last boys left standing in the ruins Yes, siree
fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine So when I shine, you shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas
the hell out, like those that came before ya Your style is butt, similar to a cobra That's your pimp strut But what you foes is really doin' Is leaving your empire in ruins
as a nugget ruget will slug it with any nigga who figures he bigga triggaz I squeeze and stack G'z the seeds our three cees be having the vega lead to
out, like those that came before ya Your style is butt, similar to a cobra That's your pimp strut But what you foes is really doin Is leaving your empire in ruins
left you insane (but it's) Hard to use an axe when you ain't got hands Razor Ruin Rust Restrain Mutilate your body but don't touch your name Rancour ruin
hell out, like those that came before ya Your style is butt, similar to a cobra That's your pimp strut But what you foes is really doin Is leaving your empire in ruins
(feat. Daz Dillinger) [Verse I: Daz] Turn up the bass break out the Vegas break out the cigars I'm lettin all be known so you know who I are That M-
