Sorry boys but all the money in the world   Couldn't bring me back again, lay down, lay down   Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy   All those new niggaz stop there      But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought   The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last   Bleek's gonna be a good rapper   New improved Jay-Z, I quit, I'm retirin'      Ain't enough money in this game to keep me around   Sorry Big, I tried, honest   Can't go with me on this ride though   I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closing   Where we going to for breakfast?   Roc-a-Fella y'all   Okay, I'm reloaded      Bringin' the drama   Tryin' to come up in the game   Marcy had a couple of dollar signs to my name      Roc-a-Fella y'all   One of the best   Waitin' for my day to come   Just give me the word      Nah, this ain't Jigga it's your lil' nigga Bleek   Reportin' to these motherfuckers live from the street   Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced   At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes      Peep the steez, I represent for all those   With twenty-eight grams, on a come-up tryin' to creep the keys   Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys   Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's   First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it   Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?      Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's   Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger   You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her   Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us   Shit is constant, that's why I pack the   Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it      I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall   Man, I'm tryin' to come up on y'all   Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets   From sun down to sun up on y'all      Mama said, "Keep bullshittin' they'll kill you dead"   One week of this hustlin' brought a living room set   Went to [Incomprehensible] D's, niggaz mad, veins out   Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out   Flashy, fly little nigga      Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"   Bitch, please twist the trees   Took a long pull like bitch to breathe   That's my answer, life's like cancer   And I'm serious      Waitin' for my day to come   Just give me the word