Tony Yayo - The Price lyrics

Gpg I'm baaaaaccccck [Chorus: x2] I said the price of the fame Got a price on my head This is for my homies doin life in the feds I keep that dope money in the bed I got that 4-10 by my head [Verse 1:] 2010 sh**, global green mans said Time for a change so my strap I'll make mans sick I gotta habit for that sour and them big arms Them f**in rats got the tarp like pig farms My life is too fast I wished it moved in slow motion Haters wanna see me ashy with no perry lotion But I'm heavy smoking, on the g4 I made enough money, but I need more The art of war keep your enemies close Keep your friends far away keep your strap in your coat And my shooters run around like a ma**ive cult You wanna dance with the devil colt barrells on your throat [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] Uh Call the coroner his body ain't corresponding Recession jack boys eating any n***az shining Bin laden k make the whole street run Let off it look like the t-shirt gun Cocaine g**n hoes deepthroat You ain't got that gang then you usain bolt Now you wonder why my heart cold I'm cryin over dary and albert with my blunt rolled Little homie tell me what our future look like Can you tell me what a shooter look like Everybody screamin obama But every hood that I go to it's more drama Yeaaaaa [Chorus x2]