Final Destination - Fat Tony

Gotta make a solid follow up CD

But he be fuckin up everything and he does it repeatedly

First, he missed his cab, then missed the chance to rap

Then missed the cash and his mistress grabbed his stash

And shit like that happens everywhere that he at

Wherever he at, it be best if he stay where he at

But he’ll be coming back around

Made dinner at his girl house, somehow it burned down

At this rate he’ll only be underground

Took his homie dog for a walk, now she in the pound

If he had fish, them motherfuckers would drown

Ol' smart ass, dumb nigga’s the neighborhood clown

But don’t count the boy out, yeah, don’t count the boy out

It ain’t over til it’s over, this ain’t just words out my mouth

Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova

Or the fat girl would turn into Oprah

So don’t count the boy out, yeah, don’t count the boy out

It ain’t over til it’s over, this ain’t just words out my mouth

Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova

Know the odds are against him, but just wait til the ending

He’s a smart ass black boy, dumb ass black boy

Got a head harder than the front of a backboard

Some say a man can solely determine his own fate

But even if he makes mistakes he’s still great

Yeah, he missed his flight, it was a red eye

But I’m glad he didn’t catch it, heard 90 people died

And he missed his cab, but it wasn’t so bad

I heard the driver crashed and his soul has passed

And he missed his show, but I’m glad he didn’t go

I heard there were no hoes and the mics were low

And remember he got robbed by his side bitch?

Well, they found her body in a ditch, ain’t that some shit?

And remember the girlfriend house he burned down?

Well I heard she been creepin' around, they ain’t together now

How bout that dog that was in the pound???

Got rabies and they put that bitch down

So don’t count the boy out, yeah, don’t count the boy out

It ain’t over til it’s over, this ain’t just words out my mouth

Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova

Or the fat girl would turn into Oprah

So don’t count the boy out, yeah, don’t count the boy out

It ain’t over til it’s over, this ain’t just words out my mouth

Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova

Know the odds are against him, but just wait til the ending