| Yeah, Ha, Nappy 40 Akerz | 
| you can do what you want, but life has choices do it or you don’t, | 
| and I don’t give a damn a nigga will or he won’t and that’s how I feel 30 days | 
| out | 
| the month, | 
| ten times out the year some where on the humble, | 
| doing what I do probably business with your uncle, | 
| back of the club and he counting up hundreds, | 
| Nappy in the building and the came in bunches, | 
| they so country they so concieous, I remember when we ate free lunches, | 
| they were in the radio and I was in concerts, damn what happend | 
| the same since profit | 
| the niggas had a ball but somebody eles dropped it | 
| happens every fall but you really can’t knock them, | 
| had to play dead like a road kill possum, | 
| three years later fucked around and got one. | 
| Good days on the radio, damn | 
| awesome, all I ever wanted was to get back to Boston | 
| thought I had a lock fucked around and lost one, | 
| what it cost to be a boss, | 
| damn that shit cost him, | 
| independent now them boys stay flossing | 
| double burbon in the whole team often | 
| right beside him, behind him they all dope | 
| humming got a Cadilac all spokes. | 
| My niggas stick to the facts, barley got clothes on your back, trying to make a | 
| living | 
| off of rap | 
| you ain’t got stacks you ain’t throwing money like that. | 
| My niggas stick to the facts, you ain’t really saved, you ain’t go to heaven | 
| cause you | 
| pray | 
| you ain’t really brave you ain’t really ready for the grave. | 
| My niggas stick to the facts, |