dad, why were you actinn like you're this big boss, nigga shut the fuck up, you ain't no pro, shit man I found out you was on some serious dope, what
just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you
on my foes Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first
, but you ain't, you fuck around an crumble Then you come up short on yo bundle An plus the dope fiends be gafflin', rolled out all yo scratch You broke, so you
for scraps To get you wack **** With a gun with a **** with a bat Take a **** through the lung, get you right what you rappin' **** I'm born crazy raised
is my pay Just wrote the lyrics to dj innovator We throw the record out now and then you pay later Ok naive me -- the first plot for the rock Billboard
imperfections Can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this wicked land Under handed hits are planned, scams are plotted over grams of rock
Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right first draft
Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real about my papers, 'cause the game was wild And the fame was a plot
tongue and bubbly like soda So play like you don't know And you won't go out like underarm odor You need to get a grip and think about the shit you're
When you born in this world You get these people that you coincidently grow up with And you get this illusion of friendship You know what I'm saying man
it's stolen I got no morals my mind is in the gutter Kid I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter Soak you when you least expect it Before I
if its stolen I got no morals my mind is in the gutter KId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter Soak you when you least expect it Before
foes Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint
gathering, a new day is born I tried to tell you, I am not afraid You looked up and saw it, all across my face So am I with you or am I against? I don