[Talking]  Picture, I'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese  But my kaperz goin sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me    [Verse One]  I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser  Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user  Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots  Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot  'Cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic  Six figgas what I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n  Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents  In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in  I got it mapped up, it's planned all out  I demand you denied, them lights goin all out  I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks  Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G  The niggas in the project come in black like always  Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways  Creepin so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo'  I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'  I push it wit ease  Nigga freeze  Get on yo knees  No keys, no G's  I find dead bodies  Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin, he bleedin heavily  I'm leavin a made G  Get back to the car, tryin to get far as I can  Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin in my hand  It's one way goin gettin money and the power  Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour    [Chorus]2x  That's cold, I'm tryin to hold money and the power  Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour  I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower  Sittin on G's wit 30 keys of powder    [Verse Two]  I lay back and think again, tryin to come up on cheese  Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me  Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong  Might be a power move to go in this nigga home  I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit  Aint killin no kids, but I'ma split his wig  If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma spank the ho  Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke  Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the grass at  Look at this chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that  Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it  I'll spill you nigga, aint no need for thankin on it  I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast  Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster, and I'll blast  You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt  I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat  I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power  Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour  That's cold, man that's cold  My plan went sour    [Chorus]2x    [Verse Three]  I planned this and I done planned that  But every time it go sour, I can't stand that  I want money and the power in my hand black  I'ma end up leavin the game, what the fuck is that?  I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack  And everytime the kaper over, I bring nothin back  I have no paper and I'm sober I aint havin that  Any high-roller got what I want, then I'm grabbin that  All I got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill  But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill  I just be real and hope B.G. hit the jack pot  Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot  We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out Juvey ride  Hot Boyz come out, we all ride  I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle  Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle  Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail  You know I gotta duck, but I'm tryin to bring up tape sales  'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum  Holdin my dick, G's and a strap in my hand    [Chorus] 3x    [Talking]  Nigga, respect that  All these niggas puttin on they black mask  Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me  Don't go in that kaper if it aint planned right  'Cause it aint gon' come out right  You aint gon' come out wit no mail  Make sure you got it down pat  I done been through it  And I aint bring nothin back  But I'm bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people  And they sendin some shit back, ya heard me  It's all gravy, Ca$h Money Records, Black Connection on the rise  All the time...