I never stayed my ass home, I always thought that I was In the I was gone you see my head was made of stone Got a problem with me? Then feel free
be talkin' under yo breath 'Cuz that be the cause of your death 'Cuz I'ma quick to stop a in his tracks main So let's get this shit out in the
I used to like to go the shoulders get 'em up, one on ones Now it's a whole different ball game niggas carry guns A will kill you first and you will be layin' in the hurst a deep ass sleep knowin' it wasn't worth
Provin' you wasn't a punk, niggas want to thump just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk I met a bitch last week at the Orgen her a drink and said, "Whats up on the telly room?"
Just then I felt trouble kickin' in Spotted her who had just got out the pen get to baulkin' when the liquors talkin' Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and on walkin' I said, "What's up ya potna, say excuse me or somethin'" He turned looked at me and started mean muggin'
I guess he thought he fear until I said "Nigga don't you know have you touchin' everything in here" He for his pistol and didn't know I was strapin' Dag nab it, I had to let him it
What of nigga did he think you was E? I know he think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin' He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a out of killin' Now tell me somethin' why do wait Till nigga commits himself to realize That a hillside hillbilly is the wrong of nigga to fuck with?
E do you feel me? Yeah, I ya sahob Well, let's take it to the page then Oh, you mean that part about the dungeon? You
The morning, I'm sittin' in the dungeon-wonderin' Should I be dissed, nope I did it in self I twisted, I hadn't even started yet It happened to fast someone could stop me
I wish I had some weed While I wait out these 24 more hours I plead Freedom I'm gonna ya (I wish I had dice) me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue
Now this the part that's up I into the dayroom manner room what the fuck I thought that I would straight make, ah The page of the newspaper
Shut up a do wop, up a do wop Man they 'bout to me up state, ah Talking that about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot I make a shank outta plastic and let a have it
what's really goin' down 'Cuz when a muthafuckas for the count You gotta be about it or be it 'Cuz a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep Leave him sleep in the middle of the If you can't stand the stay up out the kitchen
Now I'm still in the county's Fighting this ass 187 case Shoot me a kite that's a good way to I'll be in this eatin' shit on the fuckin' shingle
Gettin' big as a house- up 400 club waiting for the Mercedes deep it up My came true after almost 2 years of incareration Now I'm out brew havin' fun with my folks Lovin' everybody gettin' and crackin' jokes
Huggin' cryin' I every nigga in my click and I ain't lyin' We out to a party I'm on but what can I say
I can't let 'em I'm stuck I roast but I'm not a damn peanut Now I'm at the party, thought I Dancin' with the dead niggas ass cousin
I if she thinkin' my, my, my The bitch been lovin' me ever since High She had some hard ass that wasn't wit it They out they way to make sure that I didn't get it
But now tricks is for kids rabbit I had to let 'em have, muthafucka, Muthafucka,