Verse 1 (2 Juice)
Thieving a** n***a
Stealing a** hoe
I just drank some liquor
Oh sh** it's time to go!
I'm coming back for my trophies
b**h n***as y'all f**in owe me
White people think they own me
Marcus thought he was a clown of me
Left black jack and I owe a G
Come thru with the homie
He got the gun, he got the nine
They got my sh** that's mine
Now can you picture my plan
To get my possessions in hand
While tryin to be the best dad
While tryin to get my dick hard
While tryin to put a book out
Wildin in the club f** it I'm hood now
Gettin gone singing this song
My n***a I was ghetto all along
You can believe what you wanna
And all I see is drama
Wanted fame since I was born
But now they got me in the storm
Bruno Mally's worn I can't recall
You call me I can't pickup or dial
They got me heading to the pen
But f** it maybe I wanted this to happen
First time in court and not laughing
Ain't shed a tear since the ol days
I ain't wanna be here no way
But I'm in town for the homie
But I'm in town for what you owe me
f** it I should of played it smarter
Now I'm in jail for the 5th quarter
f** it n***a I feel ya
32 doin 33 for the memorabili
Verse 2 (That N AC)
Flight just touched down at McCarran airport
I'm not caring there for, all y'all can lay down
If this was LA now y'all would be laid out
It's time I get paid out
The projects I done made out
Was a prospect from the gate now
b**h n***as got this on tape now
These white boys finally got to me
So f** it it's a robbery
Ya'll done hit the lottery
When y'all jacked my sh**
32 back in this b**h
I got 50 n***as like 2Pac chest
I'm the one too not test
My n***a I do not rest
Ain't slept since Nas
Dropped ILLMATIC
What the f** you said you had it?
Where all my other sh** at?
I swear you lyin, I swear you lying
I swear you dying, I swear dying
I already beat a murder trail
So I can take hostage
But maybe I had too much to drink
Cuz I lost it
It don't matter cuz I'm the boss kid
Johnny walker all in my system
Johnny Cochran said I shoulda listened
He said I shoulda kept my head low n***a
You made it out the ghetto my n***a
You escaped d**h row my n***a
Bet a n***a gonna be n***a
I don't wanna k** ya
I'm just coming for the memorabilia
At the Palace Station, in room 1203
On September thirteen 2007
They say all dogs gotta die and goto heaven
Well I'mma get the smith and Weston
And point it to this n***as temple
And make this transaction real simple for my memorabilia
It's my life n***a
I'm comin back for what you took from me n***a
School's out like we playin hooky n***a
Never play me for a p**y n***a
I'm comin back for what I took from me n***a
I'm in vegas come and look for me n***a
They want me on d**h row like I'm Pac n***a
But I'm comin back for what you took from me n***a
I'm comin back for my Memorabilia sh** n***a
Memorabilia give that sh** back
Memorabilia you never earned that
Memorabilia give that sh** back
Memorabilia you never earned that
Memorabilia give that sh** back
Memorabilia, Memorabilia
Ride on these p**y n***as
Riot on these p**y p**y n***as