Lil B - 1 Mo lyrics

(Verse 1: Lil B) Snitches die fast, s**as die faster I would've been a number if I didn't become a rapper Bagging up crack, I'm addicted to the plastic Addicted to the smell, I'm addicted to the ashes Smoking on the weed it got the effects that the crack get Set n***as up, one dot I got pain How I live with the pains of the game Turned myself in, cause I'm g'd up solid Never flyed first cla** I'd rather fly first with crack Imma smoke a plate, send a plate, then relax n***as got opinions, but don't state facts When you got facts I come correct with you Hit you straight with the pistol I'll make the sh** harder to get to I'm making n***as sh** f**ing hard When the win do On the pistol line, have my n***as come get you The way I cook crack, I feel so magical (Hook: Lil B) Baby, give me one more chance, Give me one more chace (Verse 2: Lil B) I ain't finna die a gangsta Hoodie in the summertime n***as want x-pills I want that hard rock I want that guitar, I want that space Put me in the booth I whip crack everyday Keep it 100 I whip crack like the slaves Build a couple schools off the money that I made n***as hate taxes, but I pay taxes n***a getting pimped, by the credit and the plastic n***as k** n***as for the money, cause they average That's so petty, that's so weak Yeah, I'm finna sell the sack And go off to jail with them s**as and them rats Stick with the system, they ain't want to pay for that They want you in jail, they want you all that You feel me? This is 05 f** em, realize the pain you in Hop out it Baby Give me one more chance