I never stayed my ass home, I always that I was grown In the traffic I was gone you see my was made of stone Got a problem with me? Then free muthafucka
Don't be talkin' under yo 'Cuz that might be the cause of your 'Cuz I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his main So let's get this out in the open
I used to like to go from the get 'em up, one on ones Now it's a whole different ball game niggas carry guns A sucka will kill you and you will be layin' in the hurst Takin' a deep ass knowin' it wasn't worth
Provin' you a punk, niggas don't want to thump Niggas just want to funk and up a niggas trunk I met a last week at the Orgen Room Bought her a drink and said, "Whats up on the room?"
Just then I some trouble kickin' in Spotted her X-boyfriend who had got out the pen get to baulkin' when the liquors talkin' Drunk step on my toe and kept on walkin' I said, "What's up with ya potna, say me or somethin'" He turned around looked at me and mean muggin'
I he thought he pumped 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
type of nigga did he think you was E? I know he didn't think that you were some of peanut or somethin' He must of retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killin' Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas that nigga commits himself to realize That a hillbilly is the wrong type of nigga to fuck with?
E do you me? Yeah, I feel ya sahob Well, let's it to the next page then Oh, you mean that about the dungeon? You know
The next morning, I'm in the dungeon-wonderin' I be dissed, nope I did it in self defense I wasn't twisted, I even started yet It happened to fast before someone stop me
I wish I had some dank While I wait out these 24 hours before I plead Freedom I'm gonna ya (I wish I had dice) Made me some out of some water and toilet tissue
Now this the part fucked up I walks into the dayroom manner room the fuck I never that I would straight make, ah The page of the newspaper
up a do wop, shut up a do wop Man they to send me up state, ah Talking shit about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot I make a shank outta and let a nigga have it
That's what's really goin' when a muthafuckas down for the count You gotta be it or be without it 'Cuz what a muthafucka told me see a mark sleep Leave him in the middle of the street If you can't stand the heat up out the kitchen
Now I'm still in the county's this funky ass 187 case Shoot me a kite that's a good way to I'll be in this eatin' shit on the fuckin' shingle
big as a house- bulkin' up 400 club for the Mercedes deep roll it up My came true after almost 2 years of incareration Now I'm out drinkin' havin' fun with my folks Lovin' everybody twisted and crackin' jokes
Huggin' cryin' I missed every in my click and I ain't lyin' We bones out to a I'm on P-role but can I say
I can't let 'em know I'm 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 wonder if she my, my, my The bitch been lovin' me ever since High She had some hard ass cousins wasn't wit it They went out they way to make sure that I get it
But now is for kids silly rabbit I had to let 'em have, muthafucka, Muthafucka,