Intro (He’s Back)

[Intro]
(Aye Twix, you got a hit)
(Ayo Nas-T, spin the block)

[Verse]
Took some time off, got my mind right, now let's get back
I told my niggas ain't no time frame on that get back
We got that get back, them guns was dirty, had to switch that
If you give that pussy up, no way it's still mines, not it's his cat
But she still spent the block like they all do, saying, "I miss that"
Last diss nigga diss rapped, thru em' a party, now he gift wrapped
Was in the field like Brady in the fourth, with my chin strap
Would think I'm suicidal, get one life and I still risk that
Had to learn them groupie bitches don't mean it when they say love
Had to learn more shots can be waiting on you outside the club
Had to learn ya nigga can stab ya back, when he give you a hug
He fell out of love with his bitch, he fell more in love with the drugs
Like all state, she in good hands
Know that player shit in ya blood, mama said, "Can you be a good man?"
Did some fucked up things cause we wasn't really dealt a good hand
Two MBox's got me too high, wishing I would land
My nigga died, jump right in that V, I knew what just to do
Ya nigga died, you start panicking, you really ain't have a clue
That's why it's niggas like me, and it's niggas like you
Niggas that shoot with one hand, niggas that shoot with two
Wild monkeys throwing shit at you niggas, this ain't the Zoo
I really did this shit for me, but I told you it was for you
And I tried to spare your feelings, but you started acting new
It was shit you ain't tell me, but it was shit that you knew
Shit a turn a nigga on, when I seen a million in cash
Cause I can depend on that, before a bitch, that's bad
You can get toe tagged, oh you can get the bag
Life or money, neither last, slimed me out when I needed you bad
And I learned you gotta let it go, can't be stuck in the past
And you know you gotta move on, can't be stuck where you at
And I peeped the snake every time, I kept on cutting the grass
I said and I don't like no sneaky talk, if you real, then you speak ya thoughts
I can't show no emotion on the net, no I ain't grieve a loss
Give a fuck 'bout ya money, if you can't lead the team, can't be the boss
Bro don't believe in Jesus, but believe it, he can get you crossed
What you know about falling short when you feel that you gave ya all
What you know about suiting up with killers, when it's time to ball
What you know about standing over top, when ya target fall
What you know about singing to ya favorite opp his last song