for your moms your pops and your shorty On some ghetto shit nigga pass the 40's C'mon c'mon c'mon Peep the six stars a point pushing luxury cars I'd be the open wound cat still
wit' they wrist slit And still a nigga never did kiss I'm cold, cris bottles, six bottles Spit it like and Iceburg novel and chicks follow Finesse, I
live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six So I outblast til it's empty clips And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit One
the one that goes, "Yeah, she goes with him He bought her the car, the ice, the clothes and rims" And I'm sure you all heard she caught one dead in the
thoughts that I think of you So life moves slowly when you're waiting for it to boil Feel like I watch from six feet under the soil Still want to hold you and
got eighteen myths and five different ways into the mind But you?re lookin for the verbs and nouns Po? you, wat'cha wanna do, switch rooms? And walk
self control, ten thousand days and it's not brave It still remains so empty no desire to feel at home It's no help stand back, just relax and hand it
dead time, left me disowned To this nature so unnatural, I remain alone Twenty Six years and still speaking in this tongue Such revelations, while understood by no one
'm all grown up now, and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated But I still gotta a lot of growin up to do, I still gotta whole lot of throwin
I'm crammed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weed heads, an alcoholic and two Niggaz hooked on pussy and
could keep it, they got flashlights now And flamethrowers and I got one on my back right now Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then Don
up Crack pipe still smokin' Face frozen Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron My thing hold down the play-pen And
and blast and slash your whole level I'm holy God I be challengin pros for gold medals Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather On Friday's, get your
They said his mission was to search and destroy And for once he followed and order One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po valley With the ground still
not speak about the Likwit we gifted Twenty-four hours and still lifted Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested Bitches come a dime and
this Na na na na, na na na na Loud and clear we all shout and cheer, na na na na Loud and clear we all shout and cheer, na na na na My arrival marks
little fires then they get too high You fan the flames and they still remain Long after you lose desire Then a breakdown turns to a heart attack And
on everybody get they jewels and wallets and shit evrybody get up of the floor See I got a benz I can choose either the white or the black one Dollar