CHORUS

TIME TIME FOR YOU TA DIE

AS I KISS YO ASS GOODNIGHT

I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese

When I release you loose teeth like Little Cease

Nigga please

Blood floods yo dungarees

And that's just a half of my warpath

Laugh now cry later I rhyme greater

than the average playa hater and spectators

Buy my CD twice

They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice

But that's on the low doe'

be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show

I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes

Short-change niggas

snort-cane niggas

extortion came quicker

Bought the Range' nigga

Ya still tickle me

I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me

Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be

The games sour like like a pickle be

Ya'll know da rules

Move from BK ta New Jerus

Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew

Bitches, we ran through

Now da years new

I lay my game flat

I want my spot back, take two

Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious

Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous

When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina

Slugs missed ya

I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya)

Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing

Catch canes, come out frontin

Smokin something

Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin

I laced it wit the basic

6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it

We hard ta hit

Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up

Wipe the "???P???"

Mix shots, "???work ya seat up???"

Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up

LONG KISS

CH