I never stayed my ass home, I always thought that I was In the traffic I was gone you see my was made of stone Got a problem with me? Then free muthafucka
Don't be under yo breath 'Cuz that might be the cause of death I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main So let's get this out in the open
I used to like to go from the get 'em up, one on ones Now a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns A sucka will kill you first and you be layin' in the hurst Takin' a deep ass sleep knowin' it worth
Provin' you wasn't a punk, niggas don't to thump just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk I met a bitch week at the Orgen Room her a drink and said, "Whats up on the telly room?"
Just then I felt some kickin' in Spotted her X-boyfriend who had got out the pen Muthafuckas get to baulkin' when the liquors muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin' I said, "What's up ya potna, say excuse me or somethin'" He around looked at me and started mean muggin'
I guess he thought he fear until I said "Nigga don't you know I'll have you touchin' in here" He went for his pistol and didn't know I was Dag nab it, I had to let him it
What of nigga did he think you was E? I know he didn't think that you were some of peanut or somethin' He must of been retarded to the that you get a thrill out of killin' Now me somethin' why do muthafuckas wait that nigga commits himself to realize That a hillbilly is the wrong type of nigga to fuck with?
E do you feel me? Yeah, I feel ya Well, let's it to the next page then Oh, you mean that part about the You know
The next morning, I'm in the dungeon-wonderin' I be dissed, nope I did it in self defense I wasn't twisted, I hadn't started yet It to fast before someone could stop me
I wish I had some weed While I wait out these 24 hours before I plead Freedom I'm miss ya (I I had some dice) Made me some dice out of some and toilet tissue
Now this the part that's up I walks into the dayroom manner room the fuck I never that I would straight make, ah The front page of the
up a do wop, shut up a do wop Man 'bout to send me up state, ah that shit about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot I a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have it
That's what's really down 'Cuz when a muthafuckas for the count You be about it or be without it 'Cuz a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep Leave him sleep in the of the street If you stand the heat stay up out the kitchen
Now I'm in the county's face this funky ass 187 case Shoot me a kite that's a good way to I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the shingle
Gettin' big as a bulkin' up 400 club for the Mercedes deep roll it up My dream came true almost 2 years of incareration Now I'm out brew havin' fun with my folks Lovin' everybody twisted and crackin' jokes
Huggin' anybody I missed nigga in my click and I ain't lyin' We bones out to a I'm on but what can I say
I let 'em know I'm stuck I roast bitches but I'm not a peanut Now I'm at the party, thought I Dancin' with the dead fine ass cousin
I if she thinkin' my, my, my The been lovin' me ever since Hogan High She had some hard ass cousins wasn't wit it went out they way to make sure that I didn't get it
But now tricks is for silly rabbit I had to let 'em have, muthafucka, Muthafucka,