(True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up (Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up (So It's time to spray like Ray And
: Death Row That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness Wonder
black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga
is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati
Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant
(grab a nigga and take me to Heaven) Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a
a soulja hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid trust a no no love is a mystery Fuck
about my ends, fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata What
you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja,
Beleive it I bust guns by any means I got a oozie, a calico, a M-16 with a red beam Hit you all up in your head Then stomp your body out good after you
Bo!) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all) Fuck
a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head
mix em' up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot The juggernauts
Life After Death" and that Tupac shit drop I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where
get off cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain A
A little candy paint, a little bit of chrome Some woodgrain a nigga money long Call shots in this bitch like a boss should What the fuck I want in your
fuck to death of that hollowtip diet Intensive Care Unit after niggas get sprayed up Jamaica Hospital third floor when you layed up Make sure your bills get paid up