...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
me with that bullshit You spittin' with your punk ass It's 'The Diary' of a born killer Don't have to worry about me fallin' off this thang 'Cause I'm a
halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This o the last The nigga Ro is a crack-a-matician Rollin the ave
pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This o the last The
s make a toast to the good times Let?s have a toast for the cash flow Make a toast to a new thang on the arm of a bad hoe Make a toast to the bad day
This is why I?m hot This is why I?m hot This is why This is why This is why I?m hot This is why I?m hot This is why I?m hot This is why This is why This
artist here on this track; (Ho!) We'll make a change here for young cats. (Ho!) This is for everybody, white or black. You betta go and vote, and get up off
Yard', it's still the longest Fought in a battle and I done made this far I'm in my cell 20 hours a day Doin' push ups ever hour a day 'Cause I'm tryin
you catch it to your dome) I've been out all day, all I want is a beer (I've been out all day, all I want is a beer) Now here yo ass come with bullshit
du rag on If u want a foot rub, if u want a manicure Baby, I'm urs I wanna cater 2 u boy Let me cater 2 u ?cause baby this is ur day Do anything for
better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass
what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why
clothes Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check
tucked away, cuddled wit an Ivy toilet, but I'm back now, commits to get it on, not spoil it, I'm Drink-A-Lot, take a jug of sumpthin big an do
got some love in him Every nigga's got a grudge in him Every nigga's got a mug in him And every nigga busts a slug in him Now like a cat, bitch, we'
done endured being poor but being rich is better From that dirt road in La Grange, I did came A long way, we can do this all day Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a
everything We got off the exit at Waco Frankie J was on the radio I asked her was she afraid to go All the way with this She delayed a no I said baby