Sorry boys   But all the money in the world can'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 closin'   Where we goin' 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 sundown to sunup on y'all      Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"   One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set   Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out   Copped the Jordans, 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