plan went sour þarký sözü

[talking]
picture, i´m always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese
but my kaperz goin sour for the lil´ b.g., peep me
[verse one]
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 10 g
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
[chorus]2x
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
[verse two]
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, aint 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
[chorus]2x
[verse three]
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 have no paper and i´m sober i aint 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
[chorus] 3x
[talking]
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 aint planned right
´cause it aint gon´ come out right
you aint gon´ come out wit no mail
make sure you got it down pat
i done been through it
and i aint 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, ca$h money records, black connection on the rise
all the time...