1 Mo - Lil B

Snitches die fast, Suckas die faster

I would’ve been a number if I didn’t become a rapper

Bagging up crack, I’m addicted to the plastic

Addicted to the smell, I’m addicted to the ashes

Smoking on the weed it got the effects that the crack get

Set niggas up, one dot I got pain

How I live with the pains of the game

Turned myself in, cause I’m g’d up solid

Never flyed first class

I’d rather fly first with crack

Imma smoke a plate, send a plate, then relax

Niggas got opinions, but don’t state facts

When you got facts I come correct with you

Hit you straight with the pistol

I’ll make the shit harder to get to

I’m making niggas shit fucking hard

When the win do

On the pistol line, have my niggas come get you

The way I cook crack, I feel so magical

(Hook: Lil B)

Baby, give me one more chance, Give me one more chace

(Verse 2: Lil B)

I ain’t finna die a gangsta

Hoodie in the summertime

Niggas want x-pills I want that hard rock

I want that guitar, I want that space

Put me in the booth I whip crack everyday

Keep it 100 I whip crack like the slaves

Build a couple schools off the money that I made

Niggas hate taxes, but I pay taxes

Nigga getting pimped, by the credit and the plastic

Niggas kill niggas for the money, cause they average

That’s so petty, that’s so weak

Yeah, I’m finna sell the sack

And go off to jail with them suckas and them rats

Stick with the system, they ain’t want to pay for that

They want you in jail, they want you all that

You feel me?

This is 05 fuck em, realize the pain you in

Hop out it

Baby Give me one more chance