Lose It

Aye, Yo, SMAC
Mo-fuckas always wanna talk some shit right
Well, Let's give these mo-fucakas the buisness man

It get heavy on the re-up, cause you know we moving thru it
I ain’t wanna fuck her friend, but the liquor made me do it
You don’t wanna try the kid, I got hits don’t make me prove it
All these bitches try my patients, swear I’m really bout to lose it (Agh)

Man
I swear I'm bout to lose it man
I swear I'm bout to lose it man
I’m really bout to lose it, and
You don’t wanna see me lose it man

Plug on the phone, told me that he on the way
Say he got some biscotti, from Scotty in LA
I’m on liquor, smoking green, and I do this eryday
I just stuck to the script, wrote some shit, and I got paid

Ya 808s bumping, but yo shit don’t sound the same
I’m leaving track, stains, mane, the way that I run the game
I'm a get my money right, then pass it back to the gang
Don’t try to be a hero, that hammer drops then it bangs (bang)

Bitch, I run the game, beh-beh-bitch I run the game
Bitch, I run the game, beh-beh-bitch I run the game
Bitch, I run the game, beh-beh-bitch I run the game
Bitch, I run the game
Beh-beh-beh-beh-beh-beh-beh-beh

Bitch I run the game, ran up in the hall of fame
Ripped the greats off the wall, then spray painted my name
I don’t need yo fucking medals, fuck the trophy and the fame
I just make the turn-up shit, cause I like to hear it bang *shotgun blast*

It get heavy on the re-up, cause you know we moving thru it
I ain’t wanna fuck her friend, but the liquor made me do it
You don’t wanna try the kid, I got hits don’t make me prove it
All these bitches try my patients, swear I’m really bout to lose it (Agh)

Man
I swear I'm bout to lose it man
I swear I'm bout to lose it man
I’m really bout to lose it, and
You don’t wanna see me lose it man

Fuck up a check, then they respect
What you expect, when they know you next
Gimmie da bag, she give me da neck
They think I’m Zuc, cause I got a tech

Stay wit the green, I stay wit the white
He like the work, n' she like the pipe
He gotta mouth, n' she gotta bite
And I got a whip, n' he got a bike

I’m on sum shit, I’m hittin des licks
I’m taking these shots, and making these hits
Taking these bricks, and makin em flip
Fucking ya bitch, when I’m at the Ritz

I’m at the table, I’m stacking my chips
Talking to labels, like a mackin a bitch
I got the code, and I’m hacking the shit
She hit the blunt, n' she hacking n shit

She need some water, you need a spotter
You think you hard, but my shit is harder
You bitch on her knees, she callin me father
You calling her phone, but don’t even bother

Doggin these hoes, put me in a collar
You blow up her phone I don’t even call her
You chasing these hoes I’m chasing these dollars
You flex for the gram but why even bother

Flexin but you ain’t got it
That’s a rental man you ain’t bought it
You talking work but you ain’t cop it
You talk a lot and you need to stop it
(Stop it)

Plug on the phone
Plug on the phone
Plug on the phone
Aye, yuh
I'm the fucking plug hoe