[Talking]. Picture I'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese. But my kaperz goin sour for the Lil' B.G. peep me. [Verse One]. I was born a loser a stank pussy abuser. Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user. Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots. Pack Glocks wit 17 keep a nigga off my block it's hot. 'Cause it's bumpin got nothin but dope traffic. Six figgas what I'm after can't be play'n and laugh'n. Young wit good sense bent behind the tents. In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in. I got it mapped up it's planned all out. I demand you denied them lights goin all out. I done scoped for 3 weeks been broke for 3 weeks. Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G. The niggas in the project come in black like always. Invisible wit the mack it's dark in the hallways. Creepin so slow 'cause it's on the second flo'. I gets up there they got a crack in the front do'. I push it wit ease. Nigga freeze. Get on yo knees. No keys no G's. I find dead bodies. Two wit head shots one nigga still breathin he bleedin heavily. I'm leavin a made G. Get back to the car tryin to get far as I can. Nigga planned what I planned my gun shakin in my hand. It's one way goin gettin money and the power. Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour. [Chorus]2x. That's cold I'm tryin to hold money and the power. Everything I do goes sour hour after hour. I don't wanna sale flour I want a office in a tower. Sittin on G's wit 30 keys of powder. [Verse Two]. I lay back and think again tryin to come up on cheese. Do what I gotta do nigga it's all on me. Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong. Might be a power move to go in this nigga home. I'ma handle my biz plan it out and shit. Aint killin no kids but I'ma split his wig. If I have to spank his bitch I'ma spank the ho. Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke. Now where the stash at where the cash at where the grass at. Look at this chopper in my hand I'ma blast that pass that. Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it. I'll spill you nigga aint no need for thankin on it. I gots to have it up it busta real fast. Fo' I get to the point fuck it buster and I'll blast. You play with fire get burned fuck wit B.G. get burnt. I'ma hustla 'til death be trill to my last brat. I let my nuts hang I'm bout money and the power. Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour. That's cold man that's cold. My plan went sour. [Chorus]2x. [Verse Three]. I planned this and I done planned that. But every time it go sour I can't stand that. I want money and the power in my hand black. I'ma end up leavin the game what the fuck is that?. I done kidnapped I done jacked I done slung the mack. And everytime the kaper over I bring nothin back. I have no paper and I'm sober I aint havin that. Any high-roller got what I want then I'm grabbin that. All I got is my rap folder tryin to make a mill. But they got niggas even colder tryin to make a mill. I just be real and hope B.G. hit the jack pot. Put on the spot every tape we drop hit the store hot. We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise I come out Juvey ride. Hot Boyz come out we all ride. I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress gotta struggle. Do what I gotta do gotta rap hustle. Ya playa hate I pluck ya fuck ya hoes jock ya mail. You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin to bring up tape sales. 'Cause I got a plan I got a plan to go platinum. Holdin my dick G's and a strap in my hand. [Chorus] 3x. [Talking]. Nigga respect that. All these niggas puttin on they black mask. Dressin up to get dey cash ya heard me. Don't go in that kaper if it aint planned right. 'Cause it aint gon' come out right. You aint gon' come out wit no mail. Make sure you got it down pat. I done been through it. And I aint bring nothin back. But I'm bringin this shit to the fuckin distribution people. And they sendin some shit back ya heard me. It's all gravy Ca$h Money Records Black Connection on the rise. All the time....