Mannie Fresh - Plan Went Sour lyrics

[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 p**y 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a freeze Get on yo knees No keys, no G's I find dead bodies Two wit head shots, one n***a still breathin, he bleedin heavily I'm leavin a made G Get back to the car, tryin to get far as I can n***a 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 [Hook]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, n***a 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 n***a home I'mma handle my biz, plan it out and sh** Ain't k**in no kids, but I'mma split his wig If I have to spank his b**h, I'mma spank the ho Get off the motherf**in flo' and take me to the coke Now where the stash at, where the cash at, where the gra** at Look at this chopper in my hand, I'mma blast that, pa** that Green sh** wit Ben Franklin on it I'll spill you n***a, ain't no need for thankin on it I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast Fo' I get to the point, f** it buster, and I'll blast You play with fire get burned, f** wit B.G. get burnt I'mma hustla 'til d**h, 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 [Hook]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'mma end up leavin the game, what the f** 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 ain't 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 n***as 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, f** 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 [Hook] 3x [Talking] n***a, respect that All these n***as puttin on they black mask Dressin up to get dey cash, ya heard me Don't go in that kaper if it ain't planned right Cause it ain't gon' come out right You ain't gon' come out wit no mail Make sure you got it down pat I done been through it And I ain't bring nothin back But I'm bringin this sh** to the f**in distribution people And they sendin some sh** back, ya heard me It's all gravy, Ca$h Money Records, Black Connection on the rise All the time...