Infamous nigga, yea-yea
C'mon man, any nigga get charged
And in this love scene, ayo, ayo, VIP, ayo

You play yourself once, you get shot twice
We gon' die three times
And the four takes life
Five of you try to jump me
And six Angels come
To take you away to 7th Heaven

When that alcohol hit, I'm feelin' good
When that purple haze hit, I'm feelin' good
Thirty milligram, yep!, I'm feelin' good
I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good
When them drugs take effect
I start feelin' the buzz gimme right
Gimme ready for the things to come
Sex, money and murder are the things we want
Power and longevity allow me to stunt
On the beach, they put me on the beach
Soakin' up the Sun chargin' up my batteries
When I get up it's gon'
Be a assault and battery
Wit a Uzi, bullets peep you to asleep
No nap time nigga, my snack time nigga
I wrap niggas up in them doggy bags nigga
You know, for the coroner
I'm strung out on gun fire nigga
Turn it up more dunn

It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven
Teleported, start spreadin' his wings
Flap to the sky just when P give me the
Word, I'ma clap 'em, he die
It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die
Three screamer spent 22 askin' me "Why?"
I told 'em you crossed my vine
I tossed my nine
And walk around with twin shotties
Like I lost my mind
Boggie in the mouth, Ken Griffey the hands
Point 'em out I make his
Ass part of history fam
Yea, and I don't gotta say no more
I've been waitin' five years to
Bring the K on tour
When we carry the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one hit you, your cousin'll die

"Al-Al-Alchemist"

Copyright: Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ALAN MAMAN, ALBERT JOHNSON, UN PACINO