Don't wake me up, let me stay in bed (Weekend's over) Don't wanna work, can I call in dead (No way under!) What happened to you ? Now take a look at
fly in the cock pit, a nigga still leanin' Money out here, so a nigga still schemin' And I don't make music, but the muthafuckin' critics They don't understand 'cause they ain't
got a phone call said they found him dead So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet Instead of one casket I need two of them shits It don't quit,
a White Trash Party! *2nd Verse* Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care Like a body without a head Lookin' like a
can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky
’t know about, ones you don’t know about Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out What!! [swizz beatz] It ain’t over, it ain’t over, ain’t over [
’s boostin After juicin, I’m a straight black ball a rapper Tap a nigga’s nerves like them hackers Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
spread like a rash The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen I light the L smell a wiff of the hash And bag all the bitches, now
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades
, it was just bones I was just home, with my cousin Craig And then I got a phone call said they found him dead So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral
kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the
't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) Nigga don't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) [DMX] Aiyyo I got a
steal for a living Eatin dirt and the Now or Laters If that ain't enough, life is rough, I swear I don't have an address so I can't get welfare They
say that lifestyle ain't changed It's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe I rock a waste slim
Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime She reminded me that nobody can beat time If you get enough of it nigga So I looked her dead in her eyes and
can't on the West Coast Dre Day's been dead a long time ago Respect the Inc Row Rap-A-Lot collabo Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe And
get clap nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas I'm a big gat spitter Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga Don't get tired in these streets My nigga
A Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a
