starin at the world through my rearview (see) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't
adolescence, callin to Jesus Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell
they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love Niggaz give
I'm addicted to these streets like crack is to these creeps Seein' visions of a prison wake up screamin' in my sleep Is there a heaven in this hell
load disappear Strategize with no fear Waging war for years The crack game wasn't big enough Ready to rush You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched I go
you get done just hand him the shit, he know whassup. Awright. Hey you know E just got cracked, he's in jail now. What? Yeah, Go-Go's out. I just saw
over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up
] Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good You know that's true 'im look good every time Ooh, pussy war? Step up *1 Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat playin
make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting
of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell them motherfuckers, word up We ain't havin it, NONE of that shit!! Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't fuck with us Tu', word up
do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to
: Baby baby baby let me pick your cherry Go star-gazin' on yer back To crack a Judy's teacup I'll give you a little upshot Doncha say your mama's comin
is going on? [beat starts] [Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts"] [B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! [50 Cent:] I'm a piece
shit SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go
barrels of money Ma could walk around wit' HER head up CAUSE HER AINT A dummy It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm COMFY as hell