' That looks like a pistol I guess, so I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger figures I go around the corner what do I see? Po Po's followin
of relief And for you I go over my budget, no, I ain't cheap Can't stop grindin 'til I get every record to the top Just know that you on my mind every
't roll with beats 'Cause butterfly is baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man And Mister
rushin', more vision God bless the hood where my money always good I can get you taken now, think I couldn't when I could Son, I live above the rim
I don't wanna kill no more At times I hear death knocking at my front door Feeling like I'm being watched every time that I score What if the pigs got
many things going his way So I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but, hey I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't
chick is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every
' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats I
my circle of trust Amongst eachothe, we trust each brother There's another mad situation, Sad situation That every nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation) I
why I'm spittin' cyanide each and every verse I see the Carlyle group and Harris Bank Accounts I see 'em plead the 5th each and every session now And while Reichstag burns I
, best believe he's the baddest Perfect timin' when I'm climbin', I'm rhymin' apparatus Lotta guts, when he cuts, girls move their butts His name is Jay
? Every time I head butt a brick wall I always crack my skull, why? Why? Every time I stab somebody I always get my clothes bloody, why? Why? Every time I
is ghetto It's where I live, it's where I'm from It's where you had to tote your gun Your world is ghetto I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends
and i want to get rvenge before it is to late revenge on every coward fucking pig antagonizing, victimizing protectors of the state where human respect is
is where I hid that Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at Forty-fo' and black Calico when I push your shit back When I'm out of town I go wherever the
for a gold cable I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes Spit at you about these issues, I bless you I'm not here to diss you, the issue is relevent
but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday" I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me