Too much smoke in here man
Open a fucking window
What the fuck man
Yo yo yo yo yo
I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you lose teeth like Lil Cease
Nigga please, blood floods your Dungarees
And thats just the half of my warpath
Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater
Than the average player hater and spectators
Buy my CD twice, they see me in the streets
They be like, Yo he nice, but thats on the low though
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out fo-fos and go up in they clothes
Short-change niggas, snort-caine niggas
Extortion came quicker, bought the Range, nigga
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
Til Lil Cease crippled me
Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
The game sour like a pickle be, yall know the rules
Move from BK to New Jeruz; thinking bout
All the planes we flew, bitches we ran through
Now the years new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back--take two
Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggas envious
Too many niggas on my dick, shit strenuous
When my men bust, you just move with such stamina
Slugs missed ya; I aint mad at cha
Blood rushin, concussions aint nothin
Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something
Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin
I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system
Knocking Mase shit; face it, we hard to hit
Guard your shit, fore I stick you for your re-up
Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss
Yall cant see this
That this might be the night
This might be the night, thats right, thats right
This might be the night 
Niggas playing they hands wrong, thats why they wont last long
Finessed what I was dealt with from the day I was born
While you bent up on that corner, niggas plotting and scheming
Up in them little holes, be creeping with Mac demons
Niggas know not to fuck with my dough
Niggas know not to fuck with this little bro, Im 10 seconds hitngo
Black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuk Timbs
Enough to confuse any witness
Strongest of calibers, is what we only travel with
You gotta get hit, your man dead, so you got a hand in it
Extort yall, once friends, now we gotta cross yall
You know the niggas with the biggest balls set the new laws
And flip fours, have em washing drawers while you up North
Gat to your jugular, getting your salad tossed
Overhearing niggas situations, singing like Lou Rawls
Sitting on the stand with no remorse
Yall cant see this
That this might be the night
This might be the night, thats right, thats right
This might be the night 
Yo, yo, how we do niggas, I dont beef, I shoot niggas
If I cant get the main character, a few niggas then
I dont need no gin to boost me
I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go
I got fire in my heart, guns in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it aint hard to get em
Like blaow when I hit em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the 40-pound hit him, the fuck these niggas thought?
Could it be the fame, maybe its the 2 Benz or
Would it be the same if I couldnt claim those?
Fuckin put holes through your Range Rove
Cocksucker, beat it, while you bleedin on the dashboard
Niggas get, what they hand call for, Im gettin rich
You get deaded, I get erections over revenge, kid
You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
Ill lay a nigga down and steam roll away...
Yall cant see this
That this might be the night
This might be the night, thats right, thats right
This might be the night