Released on June 13, 2003

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[Intro]

Yeah

It's too late in the game now

Platinumberg, we done came too far

All my soldiers, there's no turnin' back, watch!


[Verse 1]

Hey yo, these cats don't be actin' right, they don't be rappin' tight

They whole style switch quick like a hermaphrodite

Already kill the beat, now we livin' in the afterlife

And whether black and white, y'all feel the sacrifice

I'm movin' past the ice to crystal medallions

Shit fades wild and poppin' bottles like Valiums

Drink by the gallon and piss on your album and profile

We're too coked out, Italians

These labels didn't sign me, figure the loss

Now I got A&R's, scared to get it, they boss

Settin' it off for now, I'm lettin' you floss

But I'ma stress until I'm blue just to get it across

You dudes ain't worth a dime, I work on my time

You try, you try, but just can't hurt my shine

I ride the beat till my brain give birth to the rhyme

Immaculate conceptions, the first of its kind


[Chorus]

You wanna gangsta movie? Live it out

You wanna roll with the real? Get it now

You got fire? Okay, spit it out

I'm on the block with the bird

Yo, we 'bout to get it now

I thought I told y'all before, I will not lose

I done came too far, I paid my dues

I done seen it all, I made my moves

I will not stop


[Verse 2]

It's the return of that live cat, yellin' them wisecracks

Makin' them lines, then I break into rhyme sacks

Now hold up, wait, did he just say rhyme sacks?

I'm on my grind, hustlin's just so my mind's at

Rewind that, over again

Bang this, in your Rover Benz

A-yo, I told y'all, and I'ma tell you again

That I'm a soldier, right until I end

Take it over, when the ink explode from my pen

Whether I'm sober, or drunk off a gin

Whether I'm loaded, or broke with no ends

When it come to hoes, nothin's what I'm goin' to spend

I ain't shit-talkin', crisp-poppin' or flossin'

I'm tryna get money like my last name's Rothman

So if you gettin' 'em, dollars just holla

My demographic is simple, ain't nobody in they mama


[Chorus]

You wanna gangsta movie? Live it out

You wanna roll with the real? Get it now

You got fire? Okay, spit it out

I'm on the block with the bird

Yo, we 'bout to get it now

I thought I told y'all before, I will not lose

I done came too far, I paid my dues

I done seen it all, I made my moves

I will not stop


[Verse 3]

Is that the best you could do? Huh, you sound cheap

Better play the background with the rest of the sheep

Y'all look dumb, all the same like livestock

Better off to try pop country, why not?

But when it come to rap, you played out like hot tops

And see y'all follow a style while I set the trend

Y'all talk in front while I get them ends

Y'all fantasize while I hit the skins

And whoever's the king, I'm the next to kin

Have chicks hop in the border like Mexicans

Gettin' in line, tryna get blessed by him

They sense these other cats is bitch like estrogen

Standin' around, you tryna look hardcore?

Only thing I don't get, what you waiting for?

You see all you gettin', life is all you take

So I'ma grab eight, then you leave y'all with the hate


[Chorus]

You wanna gangsta movie? Live it out

You wanna roll with the real? Get it now

You got fire? Okay, spit it out

I'm on the block with the bird

Yo, we 'bout to get it now

I thought I told y'all before, I will not lose

I done came too far, I paid my dues

I done seen it all, I made my moves

I will not stop