Ylo I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited nukkas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look and my Beretta too
I'd do good shit, like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settled
Take every white kid from high-class levels
Show them what Christmas' like, growin' up in the ghetto
Teach nukkas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to them nukkas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest and
Hope Harlem World blow'll be my last request
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what
