GONE LIKE A BIRD -- STREETS THE HOTBOX

YEA YOU TOLD ME, BUT IT IS HARD TO WAIT. CANT WAIT TO BE ON TOP OF THE GAME. LIFE SEEMS A LITTLE EASY WHEN YOU ARE AT THE TOP. THATS WHY AM ON A FAST TAKE. FAST TRACKING LIKE USANE BOLT. I GOT TO BOLT FOR THE MOOLAH. THIS LIFE OF LITTLE DROPS OF WATER AINT MEANT FOR ME. I WANT MINE BLESSING AS BIG AN OCEAN. CANT LET THE OPPORTUNITIES PASS ME BY. A CRIP AND BENZ IS ALL I EVER WANTED. CANT GET MY OBEJECTIVES TWISTED. BUT MAN DOES NOT KNOW WHEN TO STOP. SO FILLED WITH GREED. A MILLION DOLLARS BURIED IN THE BANK AND NIGGAS IS STILL ON THE STREETS HUSTLING FOR MORE MONEY. ALL THOUGH AM A STREET LEGEND THESE BULLETS DONT DISCRIMINATE. MY ONLY FEAR IS NOT LIVING TO LIVE MY DREAMS. I DONE PUT IN SO MUCH DIRT. COMING FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA. FROM RAGS TO RICHES. FROM WANTED BOYS ON THE RUN TO GANGSTAS IN BENZES. WHEN YOUR CUP IS FULL YOU KNOW YOUR TIME IS COMING. AFFILIATED WITH THE RICH BUT WE STILL LIVING IN THE GHETTOS WITH THE PROSTITUTION AND THE DRUGS. EVERYBODY GOT A WEAKNESS NO MATTER HOW COLD THEY ARE. THE HARDER THEY COME THE HARDER THEY FALL. BUT NOW ITS MY TURN TO CLOSE MY EYES FOR GOOD. THESE BULLETS KILL. AND THESE KILLAS KILL KILLAS. AND AS MY LAST WORDS, ALL I WANTED WAS A HOUSE AND A BENZ.