Dear Mama, if people came by the house lookin' for me I'm innocent of anything say I done Now I don't know when I'll be to write you again But I will be to California to see you Your son,
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do they say I done
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya Got to get the out of here, yeah right This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the
Bust a nut, got to fuck up and gat on this the same street I got shot on So God Don Polla, double S I gotta holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double
Freakin', be leakin', information Got the seekin', incarceration Niggaz say my name up, bitch hop up Nigga close the shop up, they try to 'em
My cash flow leave me neck it in sixty seconds', burn all records Nigga gettin' skinny eating Count my pennies, only got a bag twenties
Listen, these feds fishin' for this I'm on a mission, 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I gotta rocks, I can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my in a shits bath
It's so to get a room without a credit card It's so hard not to let 'em know you are Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed I showed him cash Had to mash 'fore he the feds on my ass
to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin' Hey bitch, why you Grabbed the out her hand Am I the man on the front page, same height, age
Rap gage, put it the G-way Got my hostage suckin' on the freeway She say, "Let's hear the K" Ran inside and made the all pay
It's like I hit the outside Colorado Brought it there for his and my bottle That's my motto and I gotta ya I'm through, I'm going back to California
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run I swear I didn't do what say I done Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run I I didn't do what they say I done
Listen, these feds fishin' for this I'm on a mission, 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I kick rocks, I can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a bath
My boys Utah to Set the poise, so I can All fifty states, can't till I'm back on my feet Switch and shake this in her sleep
Low key, you can't see me I'm up in D.C. with strike three Clownin', made a little stock to get a cock Now I got niggaz and lootin' rock
I'm going back to Cali where it's bound my strikes Don't give a who's on the marin or the mic I should've known when I seen that in the lobby Looking he wanna rob me
Federal, like no black hetero sexual, intellectual Tried to turn me into a An I'm 'a sue all black and When I come to hand
Big bus, scandalous 'Cos they stand us get excited and I try to fight it I'm going back to Cali for show,
Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I do what they say I done my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I I didn't do what they say I done
Listen, feds fishin' for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, 'em, ditch 'em I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick Or spend the rest of my life in a shit
Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't a Polaroid got to be the regular pictures An' they got us in puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know, they playin' with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama, my life