What up kid? I shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back done congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your write you? Told her she should visit, that's she got hyper Flip it, about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes beaches Plus rob is selling drugs all the time Hanging out with young thugs that all 9's At night time there's more trife ever What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all If so then hold the fort, now I to the fullest Say up to herb, ice and bullet 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, is talking Hold, check out the yesterday when I was walking The nigga you shot last year tried to like he hurtin' something Word to mother, I heard him And he be pumping on block man gave him your glock And now they run together, up son, whatever Since I'm on the I'm a put it to a cease When I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a piece on the island but now with ? Better chill 'cause them niggasz will put that ass on time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers I maintain when you come home the ours On the reels, all these crab know the deal When we start the revolution all they do is squeal But chill, see you on the v I I gave your mom loot for kicks Plus ? Your brother's buck whylin' in four Maine he me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I it low key So civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your (dies) I hate it when your mum It kinda wants to make me murder, for I've even got a mask and gloves to slugs For one
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha Mind's in world thinking how can we exist through the facts Written in text books, bibles, etcetera Fuck a school lecture, the get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm A two day stay, you may say I the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed terrible Fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue Or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's shorty Do I roll them two together and the friends we call them oowops He said nas, cold be bustin' off the roof So I a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce He so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing when I to watch me speak I sat back the mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose I took an l when he it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted he starts mad shit I had to school him, him don't let niggas fool him 'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's a murder be the cool one Tough when niggas are struck, families fucked up Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you up Mistakes happen, so take never bust up If the crowd him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to me that he liked my style Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes Then froze only the bolder smoke through my nose And told my little man that I'm a go There's some jewels in the that he can sell if he chose of wisdom from nas try to rise up above Keep an eye out for jake what One