The Diplomats - Bloodshed R.I.P. lyrics

"Six Figgahh...." [Bloodshed] Up in the 600 with Momo's, bluntin' friends with four-fours (.44's) Po-pos, pullin' a n***a over, like they locos Maybe its just my time who*es, or is it just 'cause im the crime boss And swatch is mad 'cause every dime cost Plus the bad influence that you're proud of Wettin' n***as up like showers Sellin' crack, smackin powders Dudes gigantic, ice flooded like the Titanic Cash expanding, flash it for granted, stash it in the ceramic And keep it in my crime family, -glaciers and ice- 'cause life ain't nothing but papers and dice And frontin, i used to profit slow-e-ly n***as they know of me, plus, all of the older G's Never thought i would grow to be the Cash-Gettin Mad flippin, soakin in the bath while a**-drippin' Gettin' blast, thinking of past victims I know it ain't hard to see son, I'm Nino Inside the 320 k**ing, New Jacks and G-Money