Juelz Santana - My Will Lyrics
[Intro]I hope my son learn to be not like meIf I die tonight, I hope my daughter never meet a nigga like meIf I die tonight[Hook]If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a lifeJust in case I get killed tonightI'm writing my will tonightGive these bum niggas my clothesGive my niggas my cars, give my mother my doughLeave my girl my crib, give my brothers my jewelsGive the shooters my guns, they know what to do[Verse]Living life too fast to make plansI'mma trip without my suitcase, shop when I landYeah just a life of a real niggaBasquiat couldn't paint a better picture50 cent can't pay the bills niggaSo I guess I'm gon' die trying to get richerEveryday's is a fight, thrilla in manilaAnd if I die I pray for my killerGive my mama my dough, she gon' take care of my kidsGive my girl my crib so they have somewhere to liveGive my brothers my jewels, they worth a million or 2I owe 'em more than that, can't put a price on thatPut my tongue and my dick in a room with all my *****esAnd tell 'em that it's going to the higher bidder[Hook][Verse]Another day another riskWhat make it even worse is the shit I got on my wristWhat make it even worse is the kid I got on my whip*****es all on my dick, these *****es having a fitLit dying for this shit like Mitch, trying to get richWhat up Porter, shit it's a curse and a giftThe good with the bad, gotta take what you getBut if a nigga trying to take what I gotThen he gon' have to take what I give, shotsAnother day another blessing, pockets fat, life's PreciousGet it, pockets fat life's PreciousForever living young, still recklessBalling every second so if I die tonightI can truly say my life wasn't perfect but it was worth it[Hook][Verse]If I die tonight tell 'em I had a ballMoney, *****es and cars, I had 'em allGive 'em my clothes pack needing bagsLord knows they need the swagIf I get killed tonight, some niggas gon' smoke a pound for meSome niggas gon' load up their guns and hit the town for meThese *****ing haters gon' smile and breatheBut they *****es gon' frown for meFist class to the money got a one wayFact is we all gotta die somedaySo I gotta put my casket on the runwayAnd tell my kids I'll see 'em again one day[Outro]I will, my will, my will, my will
