What up kid? I know shit is doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my Fuck it black, no time for back it's done congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady you? Told her she should visit, that's when she got it, talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm him stuff I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that you But yo, who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome s niece, on her way from joes beaches club Plus little rob is drugs all the time Hanging out with young that all carry 9's At time there's more trife than ever What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all If so then hold the fort, now I to the fullest Say whats up to herb, ice and I left a half a hundred in commissary You was my nigga when push came to One one love
Dear born, be out soon, stay strong Out in new the same shit is going on The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was The nigga you shot last tried to appear like he hurtin' something Word to mother, I heard him And he be pumping on block Your man gave him glock And now they run together, what up son, Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone piece Whylin' on the but now with ? Better 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the I maintain when you come home the corner's On the reels, all crab niggaz know the deal When we the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the v I I gave your mom dukes for kicks ? flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come I play it low key So stay civilized, time Though incarcerated your (dies) I hate it when your mum It wants to make me murder, for real-a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust For one
Sometimes I sit back with a sack Mind's in another thinking how can we exist through the facts Written in school books, bibles, etcetera Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er So I be from my projects I take my pen and pad for the and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping A two day stay, you may say I need the time To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed terrible Fucking with the have a nigga up in belle vue Or h.d.m., hit with from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is So I back home, nobody's helping shorty Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black He inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was Started coughing I peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack, my suit was black We was chillin' on bitches where he pumped his loose cracks I took an l he passed it, this little bastard me blasted he starts talking mad shit I had to school him, told him let niggas fool him 'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families up Could've caught man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so heed never bust up If the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed Shorty's was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he my style I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes Then froze the bolder herb smoke through my nose And told my little man that I'm a go There's jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose of wisdom from nas try to rise up above Keep an eye out for jake shorty One