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( Verse One )
I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in ya, jeep - leave a nigga sleep Now you six feet deep over bullshit Got a Mac 10 mouth ain't never pull shit The ghetto dont make G's and mo niggaz Get down or lay down, like Bennie Mack told niggaz Or meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the guns blow nigga I'm a rider - thug live til I die Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to society F**k Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's, dawg I'm gangsta like Hennesy and Alizay, thug passion Ride or die til they kill me and put me in thugs mansion Gang bangin, this California life-style got me heated They want me burried so I don't leave with out the Desert Eagle Shoot first, ask questions on way to county jail Kill a nigga over my chain, 'cause I know I'ma make bail I'm troublesome ( Verse Two ) If I die tonight - bury me a G, amongsts rap legends 'Cause I spit bullets and rhymes, sixteens and nines I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin Prayin on my knees every night, askin God is there a heaven So here is my confession to my unborn child If five shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take 'em and smile I lost a lot of my niggaz to gang bangin and ditches One finger on the trigger, dawg, I live the life of a sinner These motherf**kers wanna see me doing life in the pen I'm a outlaw and the westcoast is ridin again My competition is none, I'm on the mission with guns Starring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we ride My enemies is bitches - they plottin on my riches Can't walk in the street with out paparazzi taking pictures Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston These niggaz keep talkin, I leave 'em dead in the coffin I'm troublesome ( Verse Three ) Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin hollo's Packing pistols and drinking belvy and Grey Goose out the bottle No role models, only killas and fiends Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues If it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lying let the devil excel quoted and know that I'm strictly a rap poet Babtized in my own tears, chastized by my own peers I'm a product of my childhood years My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around One of the reasons why I'm clutchin a pound California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screaming They know that I'm a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clip And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling me Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desert and pay homage to the hardest rap legends I'm troublesome |
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(Verse 1)
Yeah though I walk through the valley of death Vest on, Teflon none approached in my Hurricane sweats Black chrome my shoulder, big wheel ‘till it's over He never got to see me put black chrome on the Rova Reading your obituary wishing we never met So I wouldn't have to shed tears or wake up in cold sweats Lookin' at this bottle of Hennessy wishing you never left Wishing I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest Or better yet I wish they never let you out And I never got that phone call tellin' me that you out Wish you never signed the release form I wouldn't have had to clear this sample Or use this track to say rest in peace for him You wanted to know if Dre and Em felt you? They did, before I could tell you somebody killed you I feel pain for everybody that ever knew the real you Call Nas tell him that I got an Ill Will too (Chorus) (Verse 2) Niggas politickin' wanna know why I'm rhymin' different My best friend got murdered, nigga my mind is different If you ain't never spent no time in prison You can't understand these bars or the lines I'm spittin' Niggas rilin' me up let's go find a victim I can't do it homie that's the reason Shyne in prison And through divine intervention ten plus years doing crime in the trenches Multiply by the time we spent in the kitchen It's a life worth of hard livin', Cuban cigar tippin' Twelve grade ditchin', purple serve by the jar sippin' If you lost a homie you know friendship is God given I've done seen the church so much you'd think I was born Christian I've done seen more dead bodies than a mortician Seen niggas in and out of county blues like they was born crippin' So I'ma keep on livin' cause when I'm gone niggas ain't gonna do shit But fuck my bitch and poor liquor (Chorus) (Verse 3) What if you was me And you had to sit through an entire funeral While the Pastor readin' your homeboy's eulogy I'm already dead What the fuck you gonna do to me? Keep talking shit I'll empty my clip in that G-Unit tee Gimme a minute to say my grace with God I'll see your face in the mirror I came a long way to talk And tell you your Moms is missing you Your Pops is missing you Just saw your baby pictures in your Grandmother's living room Face is missing you homie Wink is missing you Thank God you left us memories and songs to listen to ??? is missing you The hood is missing you Let my son graduate high school And I'm gonna come visit you The world is missing you Eminem was feeling you Dre said he felt your vibe the little time we spent with you Pour the Henny out cuz he ain't here in the physical They say real men don't cry but nigga I'm missing you (Chorus) |
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