Released on October 31, 2006

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[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Now lay me down, to go to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die, before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take


[Party Arty]

If you ever heard me in the drama then you knew that I was gon' win

Cause I push a nigga wig back like a strong wind

It come to the beef, it's on and I'm all in

You die in the hospital you was born in, you borin

I'm haulin, performin, tourin often

All my sons rep the same name like Foreman

I'm Foreign, like the Legion, and it's writer season

But I got more Family Ties than Michael Keaton

Homey you don't like I'm eatin when I grab the mic I'm cheatin

You can take it like a man or you can take it like the beatin it is

Party Arty creep in your wiz

Icey now, Mike Tyson style, eatin your kids

I got niggas in the fight club pleadin with wigs

Pulled up like he in the 6, yeah that's me in the mix

Holla at me if you needin a fix

Your boy 80 got a ki' in the bricks, I'm seein the chips


[Chorus]


[A.G.]

Ghetto niggas barbecue when the lights black out

Flame your grill, hit the building, come right back out

I saw the slug enter his mug, come right back out

The rich wanna know ghetto, you don't wanna know ghetto

Nigga no one says hello when we holdin our metal

Either I go or you go and we go until it's settled

Masks and ratchets, flickin my ashes

Four in a Jeep, so after I pull it I pass it backwards

And the rest is like a Hughes Brothers movie

"I ain't know he'd come back like that," now take this

Fuck _The Matrix_, we results of slave ships

Now we deal with boats of coke

And I hope he don't get caught by the coastal guard

Meanwhile make sure my vocals hard

Local turned global star, with my social card

I pull 'em, 2 at a time, like those 2 broads, so...


[Chorus]