wit' packs to sell Object of this hustlin' is bubbling stacks of mail Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail When I hit the block I'm seein'
for A host of rivals, I'm out of vogue and I'll be forever more You spread all around, sniff while I'm high, I'm on the road again I'm going down
bigger that I get, I can feel these tricks is stake for certain When I'm partying without my bodyguardians, I'm hardly and chill mo' Cuz I'm feelin they
I should be for my 400 bar song Now I'm against the wall drinkin' alcohol at Taj Mahal Without balance I am bound to fall To chemicals are color coded
to swallow In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words from the Bible and use them for survival gangs rival Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics I
never crackin under pressure Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY People say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you got? I tell
dead And when I know I ain't evil But it's evident I ain't heaven sent How could I be when I done committed Each of the deadly seven sins A product of my environment That's bullshit I
a medeival barbarian, when will the disaster stop?Never,nigga pass the glock, illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox, now I got em hot,from
made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes What made you -- fuck it, yo son these niggaz gotta owe I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic
-by's on the street So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of Los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive by world wide And everybody you and I
is on a mission And I'm on you like flies on shit And I got back up with 36 more in the clip As I come to expand and change dimensions My philosophy becomes
of what's left of your names I'll run away I'll mix in with the foreigners I'll come back when the horizon clears up I'm a drag addict I won't be able
along Every day is like a survival You're my lover not my rival Every day is like a survival You're my lover not my rival I'm a man without conviction I
's on the street So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of Los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive by world wide And everybody you and I