to the set, roll a seven and eleven Hit the dice game and then... jet Them police wanna find me Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji And
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast food I spit, spit, spit and make executive decisions I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons And
'Cuz your friends out to get you for your shit This is to all these niggas crossin' us here Smile in your motherfuckin' face Turn around and stab you
up again in a stranger's bed Heard her honey's voice, I knew I was dead Lovers under the covers, shakin' in shock Blink of my eyes, been stabbed, hung or shot
you believe in God 'cause nigga you better pray Pull your kids from the window And duck from this AK And already done called the Proof and Denaun And
' wud the future would hold, just kept it real We ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schools We catch 'em at dey football games and act a fool And
.'s, really love to fuck Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk For the girls popping pussy and the boys with the blow Cadillac'ers and
over, I believe it now I'm washed up. AFTER ARGUMENTS Deathbeds and guarded borders Bedpans and doctors orders Move on and leave the weak behind Back stabs and
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
while you download her file. Watch for the quick slip, money shot, vid clip. Walk past slowly, pass me the nurse kit. Don't be fooled by the sister
major games that run the city of G's The violators, the Gambinos and the Corleones and me The violators and Gambinos they run uptown Me and my cousin
see us when we kick up dust Tray Deee, X-man, and Kingpin Kurupt Stay givin it up, stray Crippin and Chucks Straight sippin with blunts and not givin
the scene and blaze to get ya fleece stuck See me on the streets 'bra, I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper Two piece your man and let Big Noc
ready for fifteen rounds man And All I did was battle once Everybody getting ready to step to the plate And im gonna step up again And slam and grand
for weed-o And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit bitch [Yukmouth] I'm still a player, pop the slinger Ice-cream and
"Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?" Uhh, what's really good? X I'm in the buildin man, yea "Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?"
puts a brother on relax Have more hoes then Frank Ward So call me the fat cat And don't mind putting the fool in dirt Run up to me and my family and
My man was workin' at the seafood spot Sellin' fish 'n chips and dealin' bags of pot Dressed in a pirates uniform and all Lookin' like a fool, headin'