As a youngster I cain, gangbanged Not a in the world, I'm all about money, man my grind on was all my mind was on Making a grip, nigga, my was on
Double back, pulling but mail, fuck a briefcase Rolex with the diamond-studded face More Benzes than a Porche with the whole damn kit
Slanging keys than the older players D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga didn't They in my door a million times And fine ass bitches was all that ever find
me like Vaseline, but quick as a fox Drop a key for 25 they was hot Fools was jealous, I had too many Fuck a playa hater I was all about real niggas
like John-John, the boy from the deuce side O.G. like Daddy G and Clyde gave me the game to survive, opponents gonna die Fuck him and his family, let the cry
Nigga caught a bullet it wasn't my dope he was selling So I shot him behind me, was trailing Always asking myself who would be next, Gotta a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit
I survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive Who wants to I wanna die? But the only way I'm going out is Because the niggas from the deuce ain't
my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops I got into funk, one of my boys got shot Some was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine I'm a gangsta, I problem with nines
It never mattered that I the fool a long time Cross me once and death is all find But this here be my last hit To use a gun, it didn't take shit
We did it, we did it, we did it, we it Mossberg street sweeper, I it all 15 rounds As I shot, and I shot, went down
Bullets flying, dying, but I ain't trippin' I caught a with the back bitch slippin' Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4 Now let's see your ass cry
He at me with on his ass and said "Fuck you", nigga, you too The hit was on and it was to go So I stood in my stide, in the K5
on, niggas, come on, niggas, come on, niggas I'm a man, I can't stand bullshitters I hate to cause your family But plain and nigga, we don't play
I went when we lost my nigga Bruce 27 shots from a clip, getting For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at will
CTE, I got nothing to And a hell of a lot to gain by you A thrill killa from the heart of killers know In to give, I might have to take a blow
It's kind of cold that you your brother But we lost Bruce, motherfucker Tomorrow promised a gangsta good luck a bullet, motherfucker, 'cause death is a must
As I bust, squeezing on my nine on block Doing what I I gotta do to watch your ass drop And if your bitch is in my way Let the stanky-pussy bitch meet my AK
Making for money, ain't no delaying '91 and the nigga named Pooh, he ain't playing