now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold They gonna get high so I'm a get my money
' 4 heaven & a nine 4 you chumps/ Got killas on my squad and I'm tha nicest 1 in my group/ But I got bananas 4 you n*ggas and I ain't talkin' bout fruit
pistols I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click Anyway, plus I got bullets in
I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas who hate Who wanna be in my shoes? Live my life, but can't carry my weight I understand that the envy
eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all If I left the gun home, i'ma give you the sword I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the lord
I 'cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid I blast a pig and slit his throat just for [
for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ?? And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
hope heaven can be my reimburstment. Milk the game until I see her on the couch roaming this earth surface, at first I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest
, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names 'cause all my niggas
the pennies from heaven drop through my soul: it don't relent. At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake... I offer my theories but just can't shake
do now? Got my whole life on trial Gave my life is such a risk Look I got my point, I'm taking my roll But still I seem to miss Give me about 30 minutes
Shit, Still On On My Thug Shit After My Son Feels Like I Dont Love Shit. I Dont Trust Shit Far As I Can Tell. That Nigga Dead Far As I Can Smell. Still
i could i would never give up with a vest on my chest and a bullet in my lung i can't believe i'm dying with my song unsung so if and when i die won'
I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my stay out chill shit The way Mouse kills
is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man I kno ya heard Obama And I
to take so I Kept my mind fry Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with
