peep mine, no peep this hard style that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild This *?sins
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert Yummy Sanderford And all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost swellin
man tell me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u? "fuck is wrong wich you?" bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you? "fuck is wronge
bitch might have to Leave her alone I had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin with Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone find a new home, one life is
how to flip pack for the big stacks and the big act Now I got the big gats click, clack, uh Since day one been in a ditch came with a snitch Now I'm
I got a decision to make Now do I wanna live right or continue goin' wrong I'm never at home, this music keep a nigga gone But this is what gets me,
up in Choices we make trying to escape And I don't need no hook for this shit This is not for commercial usage Please don't categorize, this is music
second, dogs, I got us, I swear to God Feel this shit right here Ayyo, from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road Yo, we boys to the end never been in
you nigga, clap up and hide you nigga Been beside my niggas for this long I'm keeping my head right and tight and doe long, I can go on About this shit
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short your change Boy is a slang for Dope, girl is Cocaine
your gums, you get your teeth knocked out Or maybe get buried if you're lucky they might spare your life Catch you in the street getting kimbo sliced And this is
up and buck and leave them struck when I'm tipsy Ain't no love for the true thugs that die for this shit Wit 150 round drum ride for this shit Fuck the hard hats end
Cel back in this muthafucka Once again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all You know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though
Nas] Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to
came, now the Lord's callin me All in me, is what my Outlawz trained me And all in me, is what my brothers gave me And all you see is just another young
in your cell Receiving mail to the county jail This is hell When I was young I could picture livin' In Luxury So how the fuck did I end up in prison? Fuckin' snitches
me and my dogs livin' like hogs, Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction don't fuck