Another day goes by in this desolate city disgusted with everything I see I never realized this is how it'd be Everything is changing Everyone is
I'm tired of living this so called life I'm tired of all the pain and strife Everyday is a constant struggle A fight for something more I try so
You look at me with shame in your eyes A shell of a person I once held so tight The word friendship brings back so many memories My heart skips a
say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like
clique Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten
on Baby come on [Vita] Yo, yo, yo who that be? V-I-T-A Big Momma lady murders away We play twenty-four hours a day Mind on money twenty-four hours a
first (I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha
steel in they chest And Boogs threw the kiss of death, it was over And we laid out, chill I was open off the way he ate out It was real, for real I was
breads, now go figure What? From tha 17th, I back down from no nigga Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas Man... ya'll niggas
how you play goin' through my two way You wanna tear my Polos I can't stand it when you rig up them four doors From Miami, me and Shaggy in the Caddi
in the bushes? You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out" Who is this? I hope this ain't the law Jump out the bushes with my sawed-
speak it I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends Outside, these pretty clothes I live but with the titty-ho Knock a nigga out for the
meantime, let me hit that Get you down on all fours like a Kit-Kat I'm tryin' to split that, shouldn'ta did that In and out with the quickness Now what
I split them down the middle I could swing back and forth for three days, rephrase If I had two horses and I beat them with authority I?d gallop all the way
say Poppa very Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted Or get your
speak it I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho Knock a nigga out, for
speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out Thug Queen, the horse stealer? Who is this? I hope this ain't the law Jump out the bushes with my sawed