Plan Went Sour

Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz

Tryin' to come up on cheese

But my kaperz goin sour for the lil' b.g., peep me

I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser

Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a ak user

Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots

Pack glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic

Six figgas what I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n

Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents

In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's planned all out

I demand you denied, them lights goin all out

I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks

Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10g

The niggas in the project come in black like always

Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways

Creepin' so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo'

I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease

Nigga freeze, get on yo knees

No keys, no g's, I find dead bodies

Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin'

He bleedin' heavily

I'm leavin' a made g

Get back to the car, tryin' to get far as I can

Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand

It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power

Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin to hold money and the power

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower

Sittin' on g's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower

Sittin' on g's wit 30 keys of powder

I lay back and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese

Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me

Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong

Might be a power move to go in this nigga home

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit

Aint killin' no kids, but i'ma split his wig

If I have to spank his bitch, i'ma spank the ho

Get off the motherfuckin' flo' and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, where the cash at

Where the grass at

Look at this chopper in my hand

I'ma blast that, pass that

Green shit wit ben franklin' on it

I'll spill you nigga, ain't no need for thankin' on it

I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast

Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster, and I'll blast

You play with fire get burned, fuck wit b.g. get burnt

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat

I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power

Thinkin' again 'cause my plan went sour

That's cold, man that's cold

My plan went sour

I'm tryin' to hold money and the power

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower

Sittin' on g's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower

Sittin' on g's wit 30 keys of powder

I planned this and I done planned that

But every time it go sour, I can't stand that

I want money and the power in my hand black

I'ma end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack

And everytime the kaper over, I bring nothin' back

I got no paper and I'm sober I ain't havin' that

Any high-roller got what I want, then I'm grabbin' that

All I got is my rap folder tryin' to make a mill

But they got niggas even colder tryin' to make a mill

I just be real and hope b.g. hit the jack pot

Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot

We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise

I come out juvey ride

Hot boyz come out, we all ride

I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle

Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail

You know I gotta duck

But I'm tryin' to bring up tape sales

'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum

Holdin' my dick, g's and a strap in my hand

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower

Sittin' on g's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower

Sittin' on g's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power

Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour

I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower

Sittin' on g's wit 30 keys of powder

Nigga, respect that

All these niggas puttin' on they black mask

Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me

Don't go in that kaper if it ain't planned right

'Cause it ain't gon' come out right

You ain't gon' come out wit no mail

Make sure you got it down pat

Ya want it to make history

Ya wantin' it right, ya heard me

I've been through it

And I ain't bring nothin' back

But I'm bringin' this shit

To the fuckin' distribution people

And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me

It's all gravy, Cash Money Records

Black Connection on the rise

All the time