feat. Master P
  [Master P Talking]
  
  Yo Mac nigga
  The only reason I'm telling you this nigga
  Cuz I care 'bout you nigga
  I wanna see you ball til' you fall nigga but you know what
  You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?
  Muthafuckin' enemies and niggas hatin'
  You see you rich now nigga but ahh
  Dead men can't spend no muthafuckin' money
  
  [Chorus Master P]
  
  Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
  See money get you power, but it also get you dead
  
  Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
  See money get you sex, but it also get you dead
  
  Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
  See money get you respect, but it also get you dead
  
  Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
  See money brang power, but that's why it gets you dead
  
  [Master P]
  
  You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
  And don't get caught up like my lil' homies Harrold and Darryl
  You see, this shit ain't the same nigga
  Times done changed
  How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame
  You see, a richeous man, he learns to preach and uhh
  Intelligent man, he love to teach
  But these ghetto wars got us trapped in
  Crack sells, 1-8-7, 2-1-1's, even the state pen
  The penitentury ain't no place for me
  God, won't yah hear me, make a way for me
  And to my homies that are gone, I hope they rest in peace
  And we gon' ball til' we fall why we roll the streets
  
  [Chorus--Master P]
  
  [Mac]
  
  Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
  How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
  I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
  In other words, that's cool but a lot of shit I can't explain
  Bitches say they love me, but I can't really believe 'em
  Who wouldn't wanna love me, I got money and I'm succedin'
  Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'
  You show 'em your crib
  Next week they kickin' in yo' spot
  And it's a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes
  It seems like I'm the only nigga trippin' on my life
  At night I say my prays with my vest on
  My triggas under my pillows
  I'm even scared to get my rest on
  Runnin' with them killas that'll ride for me, die for me
  Open fire for me, wouldn't lie to me
  I watch my back, I watch my front
  I watch them niggas, I watch them bitches
  In fact I think they all tryna kill Mac
  Wooooo
  
  [Chorus--Master P]
  
  Uggggggghhh!