(God Bless My Soul) - repeat 4X
Yo
That's my word man, I got to put it together
Fuck it, just get what you got to get and let's get going
Today's the day man

Yo
N***a this is it
Your life and your word ain't shit, spit
This real as it get
Plus, there's no one you can trust
Love what, do it for the lust
Trust, it's never too much
Got to get the money in my clutch
Case closed, shut
Split a n***a guts
Right through the middle like a dutch
Never did like him much, my man
Gather up the artillery
You feelin' me?
What gives? Tryin' to live it's killin' me
It's all about the whips
Chicks with the hips
Run in the number hole, take the chips, the slips
Do the dip
See if time is movin' quick, runnin' out
No time for dumbin' out
I got one life to live
A wife, a kid
And I still didn't get the ring or the crib
Look what I did!
(Chorus, Carl Thomas)

Whatcha' gonna do?
When the G's, enemies, then the thieves come knockin' at your door
When they come for you (today's the day)
And you know, it's all over!
I'm too swift for you (today's the day)
Cause I keep my game trump tight, n***a free, n***a ride
Here's my gift to you
Now you know, it's all over!

(gun click)

You know what this is (gun blast)
Drew a show through to get biz
And what I gotta do to get big
Dig, believe, it's all about your speed
Cars cash weed
It's all a n***a need, indeed
Seems I was deceived in greed
Born in the bullshit
Guns with full clips
Finding myself where there's nuns and pulpits
Prayin'
Step on the streets and get to slingin'
I'm about to make it hot like piss
Been hungry before but not like this
And if life's a bitch
She need to get cookin'
And cause that fool to get jewels and shit tookin'
Baby need milk
When I do it up I need silk
Scales on tilt
That's how a n***a built
I need my money tall like Wilt on stilts
And fuck around and get a n***a killed
(Chorus, Carl Thomas)

Know why?
I'm the antonym of rich, the synonym of poor
How could you think of winnin' on the floor?
You're not sure, take the game winning shot
And you're not pure, what you took the shot for?
A penny for your thought, a nickel for a kiss
But I ain't got a nickel for ya miss
I'm all up in a twist
Fuck all the glamour and the glitz
I'm a hop, skip
From in the slammer in the mix
Till ya ears or ya hear, the hammer when it clicks...Clack (gun click)
Causing you to yell "GET BACK!"
I want the cake
The early American China plates
The meetin' island drapes
And bottles of Alize
So I can put my hoes in Sergio Valente
Hey, smile and say
"Money made my day"
Man I'm tellin you the plan
Everything's a scam
Sex, cars, put the money in my hand
(Chorus, Carl Thomas)

(Outro)