One day you’re cruisin in your 7
Next day you’re sweatin’, forgettin your lies
Alibis ain’t matchin’ up, bullshyt catchin’ up
Hit with the RICO, they repo your veh-i-cle
Everything was all good just a week ago
'Bout to start bytchin’, ain’t you?
Ready to start snitchin’, ain’t you?
I'll forgive your weak-ass: hustlin' just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honies that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn’t be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of MAC-millers
East Coast bodies, West Coast cap-peelers
Little monkey nikkas turned gorillas
Stopped in the station, filled up on octane
And now they not sane and not playin', that goes without sayin'
Slayin' day in and day out
When money play in, then they play you out - Jay-Z (Dead Presidents pt. 1)