R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie
F**k that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama

Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, f**k what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?

And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man paradise
Boy, better think twice that dope have you doin' life

They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

Yeah when you look at us, just think about it
We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few dollars
But our whole family tore up, ni**a, you gettin' the money
For the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'
When it's all said and done, what do you own?

You don't own nothin', you don't own you
The ni**a playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey
He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back
So when it's really all said and done
What did you do this for? What difference did you make?

You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
So how we know it's bullshit? Same ni**as I went to school with

Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Well, them young ni**as got pistol grips
They been about they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters, they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me

Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'

I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper

Yeah, surprise, ni**as, hey, we behind that, ni**a
Everybody tell me to get money
Y'all ni**as ain't gettin' no motherf**kin' money, ni**a
I got millions, ni**a and I'm still broke, ni**a
'Cause that ain't no motherf**kin' money, shit

Y'all playin' right into these motherf**kers' hands
Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit, huh, ni**a?
What yo' bank account say ni**a? Oh, that's all?

They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
Ni**a, this the battlefield, fake ni**as scream, "Keep it real"
Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills

Hey ni**a, time's harder, hey so we grind harder
We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' 'cross that border
Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs, they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday

I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin', Lord that you don't let me die this time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

Our Father who art in Heaven
Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin'
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
These ni**as dumb

Yeah, ni**a, they gave my brother ten years, ni**a
What the f**k you 'posed to do with that, ni**a?
They gave my uncle twenty years, ni**a
Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, ni**a

I can tell ya how I feel, ni**a
To be on that motherf**kin' stand, ni**a
Lookin' the motherf**kin' judge in they face, ni**a
And he gon' tell you some stupid shit like life, ni**a

They sendin' y'all ni**as on vacation
Ni**a 'cross the nation, ni**a
Y'all ni**as caught up in the motherf**kin' hype, ni**a
Sellin' that white, ni**a

I've been there, done that, ni**a
Ni**a, I'm from Mobile
Ni**a, they call that bitch [Incomprehensible], ni**a
You bring yo' black ass down, ni**a
You ain't gon' make it, ni**a

You guaranteed to go to motherf**kin' prison
Bein' black where I'm from, ni**a
I come from the motherf**kin' impossible, ni**a

Now y'all ni**as gotta deal with me, ni**a
I'm here, Zone 4, new motherf**kin' money, ni**a
D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah