R.I.P. (Rest in pussy).
I don't think life is about a pace, living slow or fast. I think you just live, y'know what I mean?
I'ma call my guns jumpers, cause my bullets just leapin to 'em.
Nobody gives you a chance, you got to take chances.
Think I'm gettin' sick, I'm feelin' illegal/ And not having money is the root of all evil
I do what I do and u do Wat u can do about it