Some people get caught up
Some try and get rolled up
Some people...
Ol Dirty kickin your ass..
The things that you learnt in class is trash
You cant do nothin wit it, I put you in the past
You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up
I do it til you bad luck and head gets plucked
The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash
Stay out of my business cause Im takin your tash
This struggle on the ming, non of yall bring
I got yall in.. flavouring
I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop
Im a burst that, its dealin, the hustle dont stop
I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed
Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed
Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give
Im a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
Got money, lock em off, fuckers still I got drama
Got two strike dog and five baby mamas
With new strain I maintain, Im ready and willin
to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin
I hate it but it aint complicated, its real simple
Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple
I aint gonna play you niggas, Ima slay you niggas
Dont take but a few figures and a few new triggers
Mack 10 livin legend, every West coast rhymin
Straight hoo bangin gangsta and all rhymin sodom, its bad
Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mind
Dealin with crime, alot of yall dealin wid rhymes
Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin my pies
Startin off on the 1-2-5, the blocks mine
Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my line
Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions
Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin of my dick"
It didnt matter when I aint have shit
They done watch me in helicopters, parklin in my crib
All I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid
Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones
Didnt sell drugs, where the money come from?
No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that
Do what I do to make my shit true
And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges
If I go to jail you know Im blowin on the Sergeants
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