P] H to the K A ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off that Dank Shoot a nigga up in the of the sunset And when you through the town you better wear your vest Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a Put the nina to your a jaw and a nigga gank ya See it's a turf thing, fools like to Russian roullete, put the Glock to dome man And if a fool he have shit in his pants Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty Merri D whip the beat up just like dope I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get 99 to die, survival of the fittest one way to stay alive 99 to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay 99 ways to die, of the fittest Only one way to stay
P] Head for the 94, P got that deuce Homies better run, gon' psycho ready to bust a few street, I'm posted in the cut Southside of the Rich, TRU don't a fuck Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them leaves Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood some Dank weed My homie little got the shotgun ready to bust a cap Duct tape around your mouth did you ??? Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass Dumpin' bullets in back like young Scottie Pippen Niggas in the truck, automatics 5 g's ready to up on your ass from some static Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry burgers Well done drippin' in cause that's the way I serve ya No or tomato, just straight lead When people straight clip bullets to your head
P] Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold I done smoked fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette O.G. but time for me to put in work I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own King guard the window, I and turn in my sleep Silkk on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police It's my time to come, i'm out like Kadafi Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna me Still fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture ??? with the that I thought ya Cause it's slaughter in the dope Have you ever held the hands of a man It's serious G , I can't sleep And I'm gone on motherfuckin' Indo You gotta stay no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' crimes it's all about the dividends The government fed dope to my hood to make us again D.A., feds on my fuckin' case Just the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape I'm out on 50 g's and real And the sucka that on the P, got his cap peeled