Juelz Santana - My Will lyrics

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I hope my son’s learnt to be not like me

If I die tonight

I hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me

If I die tonight

[Hook]

If I die tonight, just know I lied one heluva life

Just in case I get killed tonight,

I’m writing my will tonight

Give these bum niggas my clothes

Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough

Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels

Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do

Uh, living life too fast, to make plans

I’ma trip but out the suitcase, shot when I land

Yeah, it’s just the life of a real nigga

Basky I couldn’t paint a better picture

50 cent can’t pay the bills nigga

So I guess I’m gonn die tryina get richer

Everyday’s a fight, drilla and manilla

And if I die, pray for my killer

Give my mama my dough, she gonn take care of my kids

Give my girl my crib, so they have somewhere to live

Give my brother my jewels, they worth for me in the 2

I own em more than that, can’t put a price on that

Put my tongue and my dick in a room with all my bitches

And tell em that it’s going to the highest bidder

[Hook]

If I die tonight, just know I lied one heluva life

Just in case I get killed tonight,

I’m writing my will tonight

Give these bum niggas my clothes

Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough

Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels

Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do

Another day, another risk

What make it even worse is the shit I got on my wrist

What make it even worse is the kid I got on my whip

Bitches all on my dick these niggas having a fit

Lit, dying for this shit like mitch, tryina get rich

Warrup porter, shit, it’s a curse and a gift

The good with the bad, gotta take what you get

But if a nigga tryina take what I got

Then he gonn have to take what I give, shots

Another day, another blessin

Pockets fat, life’s precious

Get it, pockets fat, life’s precious

Forever living young, still reckless

Balling every second, so if I die tonight

I could truly see my life as imperfect, but it was worthless

[Hook]

If I die tonight, just know I lied one heluva life

Just in case I get killed tonight,

I’m writing my will tonight

Give these bum niggas my clothes

Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough

Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels

Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do

If I die tonight, tell em I had a ball

Money, bitches and cars, I had em all

Give em my clothes, pack need in bags

Lord knows they need the swag

If I get killed tonight, some niggas gonn smoke a pound for me

Some niggas gonn load up they guns and hit the town for me

Yeah, these fuckin haters, gonn smile and breathe

But they bitches gonn frown for me

First class to the money, got a one way

Fact is, we all gotta die someday

Fly guy, put my casket on the runway

And tell my kids I’ll see em again someday

My will, my will, my will, my will, my will.