Letras:
Fiend Slangin

up nigga? This the colonel, MP But uh Fiend nigga it's your muthafuckin' time to shine You gon' mix this shit up with bun B and pimp C U.G.K. and Fiend

muthafuckin bustas [Chorus 1: Fiend] Boy, we down south bangin Rollin with these hustlers Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas [Chorus 2: Fiend x3] Down south slangin

! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama

I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way to advance and if you slang

to be real real somethin got to be real [2x] I still be thuggin in the khakis boots and skullies And since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta

shootin' wisher Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings [B-Real] I did whatever I could to get by Slang

thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last kiss

home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats Fiend

five rollin thick The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo' quick when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang