Geto Boys - Nothin' To Show lyrics

[Chorus] I'll be damned if I'ma live without it I'm penitentiary real until the day I die I'll pull a f**in heist.. snatch away your f**in life Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks Print up some motherf**in counterfeit It's too cold When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops And they throw you in a box and you ain't got nothin to show [Willie D] They say the first law of nature, is self-preservation f** a PlayStation, my bills don't vacation Got a mac-11, holdin up a bankin center If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner Cake-a** n***a in the club, bottle poppin .. make me wanna pop him, heh He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed Broke as I was, that n***a had to be retarded Stung him in the cabbage with that semi-automatic Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?} I'll k** ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster I ain't Cody Scott, but I can be a +Monster+ Call me a sinner, but know what's funny? So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks for the church and died broke, with nothin to show [Chorus] [Willie D] You can talk that hot sh** if you want to But it don't tell me what you won't do When you're down on your luck and nobody gives a f** Bill collectors on your heels and they repo'n your wheels I done had money, been broke and had it again Anythang I do twice, I can do it again Look how many n***az who done sold d** all this time That's doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain't got a dime Ain't no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin b**hes I ain't tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain't cool But get your money, clean it up, and get the f** on fool Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread And the fed is gonna hunt and these n***az'll blow your head behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face So you murdered him, but ain't got nothin to show [Chorus] [Willie D] I'll be God damned if I'ma be that old n***a that live 60 plus years and leave nothin but bills "Mind Playin Tricks" still playin on the box And I'm sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta I get all my f**in guns and k** ALL you motherf**ers I ain't gon' be that cat that's broke so he blows his brain I'ma be the one to k** the armored truck driver if anythang f** the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic You cain't take a f**in ego to the bank and cash it I'm not impressed with your big house and expensive whip If you can't pay cash you can't afford the sh** They say heaven got what I'm needin, but just in case it don't exist I'm gettin my flowers while I'm breathin But ain't gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx When Willie D check up out this b**h he goin out on top [Chorus] I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about sh**, even if I f** off all the money I made n***a I'ma still God damn be paid at the end Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha sh** that motherf**er there's, better than playin the lottery You guaranteed to hit Babies they can come up like instant millionaires I tell you right now my baby's an instant millionaire n***a you understand what I'm sayin? Some of y'all s**a busta a** n***a Y'all don't understand that kind of sh** Y'all like, worry about the b**h Spendin the money on this n***a and that n***a and all this sh** n***a drivin your car, livin in your house Stop marryin these motherf**in hoes! You won't have that problem