Songwriters: Harr, Andrew; Jackson, Jermaine; Roberts, William;Run with me or run from me  Pussies don't get pussy    I murdered all of my foes, contract killing  Twenty K will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling  Midst of the war, I piss on graves  Kids get graced by my piss poor ways    Never could imagine it livin' with paralysis  Shoulda check ya rear view, made a better analysis  Wack yayo caught him slippin' while he snort dust  Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus    Check the time on my Bevardo, my jazzy bitch in Milano  With niggaz pay me the model  Sway Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street  And I never missed a heartbeat    Family over the money, money over the bitches  Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches  I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it  Got well over fifty, fifty you better watch it    Do him in cold blood  Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves  Beat the case like a real thug  Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog    Live on so I still bark  In my earliest convenience I'ma kill ya  Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy  God, wanna see you niggaz in a Bentley    Family over the money, money over the bitches  Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches  I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it  Got well over fifty and keep fifty in my pocket    Limousines for the don, number three is the charm  Flee red carpet chillin' E on my arm  Purple rain, smokin' haze, smokin' weed  Call it purple brain    I'm in the purple lable, daddy got a purple heart  Not in the service but I'm swoorvin' in a purple car  What's the bitch needed all changed  I go and buy a new one 'cause I'm sport man    Family over the money, money over the bitches  Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches  I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it  You know I'm totin' the rocket so don't make a nigga poppin'      © FIRST AND GOLD PUBLISHING;    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta  these lyrics are last corrected by Tego