bottles of Gin In case I don't get in Tell all my people i'm a Ridah Nobody cries when we die we outlaws, let me ride until I get free I live my life
only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only
cause if I go to jail again I pop a plea, and I'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee) A nigga talk shit so I banged and I step Another notch upon my rep (killa)
to the devil I hope I die in my sleep I know it's gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks I see death around the corner My
soul to the devil I hope I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks I See death around the corner
Wallace hair Hate the niggaz that ain't spitters blow up off market favors (you!) So from now on I'm startin terror Aiyyo God, here I come, tell 2Pac
cut I pimp that ass, they rather pee in this I rip the smack like it's capital Played it like it's Cavistar Now they Jock like I'm 2 Pac Hoe knockin
words that I should have said! As I drown in my regrets I can't take back the words I never said I can't take back the words I never said [Lupe Fiasco] I
gats I can't be stopped, like this is Shitty City Kids, don't use drugs Drug free, drug free, drug free Drug free, drug free, drug free Drug free, drug free
to pieces Cooperate, escaping useless, trust me I'm your friend I will talk you through this Trick or treat niggaz wit hoods want the goods I feel like Robin Hood when I
I take a breather An' when she tell me she loves me, I don't believe her 'Cause I rock in stereo or mono, hot like gonorrhea Burnin' everytime you take a pee uh So when
you get abused, I bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin Drama, make em' feel good like 2 pac's dear mama, it could be pitch black and I'll spot cha boomkickin
the motherfuckin' 2 to the motherfuckin' 3 1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2
mines When I'm in Houston you be treatin me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack 'em I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I might
beef Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat You could get
I'm from you get Daytonas fo' 500 Get a casket fo' free How da fuck could I stay off MTV News when niggas askin' fo' Beef Talkin' bout' they gon Kill Game when
niggas is bangin the nyc/ makin bullshit threats on the m.i.c./ I don?t wake up in cold sweats when I sleep/ I live comfortably/ with a red rag tied around