im findin it fuckin hard to disreguard this speach, retards n freaks yappin bout whos hard, whos weak, but listen yall Talk is cheap, if u feelin so frog then leap, but be quiet, dont speak. all i hear is talk, real dogs dont bark when they attack, they handle bizz, get home n take a nap. no reason but tha 'chrome on they lap' as they scale dimes, im worryin bout bail fines, crimes n jail time
way before i got to flippin keys, id jus listen to the older g's, sit n breath, best option was coppin some tree. one seven n i had myself a z, week later, id meet paper n had twice as much for free. a wise man told me, if u lookin for that cream, drop the green, cus that white powder will get u to your dreams, didnt kno nothin bout coke, metup wit some fienes, said fuck it ima do this, im fedup wit my scene. put a ball in a pot, added that soda powder, put heat to the pot, watched it turned into rock, let it dry overnight under my nightlight, im like aight, 2morro ima hit the strip, start cuttin like zorro, got home late that night, mama was heated, hit the room to count the cash, couldnt beleive it, 3 g's was a fuckin acheivement, now the options gone, my rocks is on, no way in hell im ready to leave it. by now, im like a chemist wit cookin white,, half oz comes back 20 if u cook it right. hit the strip that night, sold a couple nick's, moved a few 20'so i doubled up instead of spendin any of it, hit jose for a quarter, asked if i had that ready budget, i told em no worries, in no time ill b ready for birdies, ill be comin back in a hurry, laughed like he aint heard me, but i knew what was poppin, so i hitup my crib, got the pyrex, started rockin, at this point, i feel theres no option, crackheads still coppin, n my boys got my back, they got to robbin,
Like tha burners to ya noggin, give up ya stash, or lay stiff in tha grass, my boys started block hoggin, before i knew it, i was tha only one on the strip, barely a month, now im movin on to coppin bricks, called jose like yo, its goin down like this, meet me at six around the corner from the coffee twist, hopped in tha veex, he like wat u dealin wit ? i gotta, half in my stash n a few kis of grass, i chuckled like remember last week at your pad ? matter of fact, lemme get that birdie plus another half. he was impressed, but im a man of my word, this blocks mine, im barely nineteen, as long as i avoid tha cops, its fine. for a few weeks tha bread was comin like a bakery, despite a few stickup kids that was hatin me, but i let my pride ride n get tha best of me, didnt realize tha feds was close s, im tryin to get off of this brick. took a break, my boy started burnin dro, lost in tha convo, didnt see tha coupe pullin up slow, they hopped out, no time for me to drop tha snow, so i ran n gripped the peice off my side like im ready, LETS GO! hopped tha first fence, these niggas right on my ass, contimplatin should i spin quick n start to blast, realized i had an o, at few stacks of Cash, n if i wanna keep my rep, i gotta show these cats, wait a sec... pause, i fuckin hope they cats, cus i kno theres rats, n cops wit baseball bats, n wat i got gon get me locked of fast. I hit a deadend, spun around, pulled tha hammer, whole time ipods bumpin old santana, im pumped ready to put this nigga wit his grandma, saw a shadow, took a deep breath, arm wit the heat stretched, first dude makes a left, first reaction was hittin the trigger, nigga hit the ground, he was a mess, took a few steps, heart beatin too fast, looked down... its a fuckin boy in blue wit a badge. thoughts racing, only options i grasped, was 25 to life or keep movin, i dashed. did a 360, saw 3 jakes cocked n vexin, screamin GET ON THA FLOOR! FUCKIN DROP THA WEAPON. now im down to two options, 25 to life, or pull that thang back n let it off until im white. if they cuff me, its 1 question, whered u get bricks ? n we all kno if i rat on jose ill marry a ditch, it was scary, drymouth, i could barely spit, glanced down n jus started at his fifth, said a prayer. "id rather be judged by 12 than carried by six?" Never, tha day im put in dirt you wont bury a snitch
ghost in the flesh, when you were born, im still closer to death, after my last step n breath, ill float over n rest, they know it isnt murder to me, n that ill roast em for less, yo i heard B sleep wit houlsters huggin techs and a vest.dont bitch about your life cus it could Always be worse, little adams barely 9 n twice as hard as this verse, live everyday as your last, dont bring ur problems to work, and always remember, u cant play your cards in the dirt. if i went on what people thought,id be less by the mile,i was a kid wit no cream,dreams as a presidents child,u cant throwup ur set when ur dead, thats why we represent now.even tho shes my whole world,i make it suttle i love her,flip the script to a killer, throw u in a puddle if u fuck her,but bloods thicker than water so im huttled wit my brother,told em when u take ur last breath. four bodies found cus the birdies werent cheap, other two are mysteries, boxed breathin, burried free. best advice that i received was from a boy that wouldnt speak, went from hero to zero, streets got em hooked on e, last time i saw em i got arrested, booked for breich, told me its clear where im headed, even though jordan couldnt see
always remember, those long cold days in december, grasshopper in tha blender, blunt wit skunk in tha center,, dog it feel like it was yesterday.. dont seem right, we went from street fights to steel pipes, ready to rest today.dog u remember the stress we played ? all the haters ? we blocked that shit out n kept our heads up J.. , u drivin, im ridin shottie in my zone, bumpin budden out tha speakers, aint an option to go home, cus tonight a little different... drivin uptown, flashbacks of hits in prison, riots in the kitchen, i was locked in range d, corrupt cops turn they back to a stabbing, like what happened n they aint see, n in my range b, its different than this street shit, soon as tha beefs lit, they wait til you sleep kid, n dont forget, in luckup theres no heat clips, bodys get caught wit tha shit u brush your teeth with. but enuf bout, or should i say, enuf talk about time n dumb crime, we rollin for a reason, plus he said we gettin close, so i roached tha dutch, killed the lights, got em ghost. theres no turnin back, so we grabbed tha hockey caps, doors locked, wars on, n both papi's strapped, "you see that light up there ?" im like yea, j replied "dog this mans right up there", "you take tha left side, ima creep up from the next side", but wait dog, one more thing...like wait, i got one more thing, i consider you a brother like my own sibling, even though our mothers married different kings, so whatever go down, its nothin... if i take my last breath im sure ill see u around... j replied like dog stop the clown, these dreams gon come true, one day well have that yacht from pounds. then before we left to hunt this thug, i gave em 1 last hug, n cocked the gun, now its holdin a slug. watch says 3 in tha morn, by now we half way to tha bench where tha target cuddled up wit his whore'n, heart poundin as i walk, im gettin closer as i walk, saw j pullout tha toaster in the dark, so i grabbed my cocked roaster in that park, took two steps, glanced at his eyes n realized, this sorry motherfucker is sleep n dont realize, looked at my man like lets do this, its time to ride, everything was slow motion for a sec, even though i was dumpin sixteen, it still seemed like a dream, even today sometimes in my dreams, i see his face, n start to wonder wats the future for me ? n real talk, homocide will haunt you black, reguardless of how hard you act.. still, everynight when i close my eyes shut... i see that man in dreamland wit his eyes shut....
trusted my cat, like take this crack, take as long as u need just bring that back, next mornin my door went soarin, cops rushed the crib strapped wit baseball bats, now im bar'd up... made my 1 call , my man picked up he like listen up dog... you remember that little man called... fuck wats its his name, u gave em lots of cane... u mean dean wit that rasta chain ? he like yo, he a snitch, tha whole fams screwed, everyone on tha block is locked, tha whole damn crew ! told em calm down, this a problem we can solve pal, call papi see if he got that long cal, get tha troops up, hail or in rain, i wont fail, dad'a post bail in a day, then we gon pay a visit, n if tha backstabber aint there to listen ill put tha dagger to his children.
i aint one to see anybody less than me, but rats n mice dont deserve to share the air wit b, n real talk, ive learned that its rare to see somebody straight thats considered a friend to me, all im sayin is remember b, in december it get cold n never fold around your enemies
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way before i got to flippin keys, id jus listen to the older g's, sit n breath, best option was coppin some tree. one seven n i had myself a z, week later, id meet paper n had twice as much for free. a wise man told me, if u lookin for that cream, drop the green, cus that white powder will get u to your dreams, didnt kno nothin bout coke, metup wit some fienes, said fuck it ima do this, im fedup wit my scene. put a ball in a pot, added that soda powder, put heat to the pot, watched it turned into rock, let it dry overnight under my nightlight, im like aight, 2morro ima hit the strip, start cuttin like zorro, got home late that night, mama was heated, hit the room to count the cash, couldnt beleive it, 3 g's was a fuckin acheivement, now the options gone, my rocks is on, no way in hell im ready to leave it. by now, im like a chemist wit cookin white,, half oz comes back 20 if u cook it right. hit the strip that night, sold a couple nick's, moved a few 20'so i doubled up instead of spendin any of it, hit jose for a quarter, asked if i had that ready budget, i told em no worries, in no time ill b ready for birdies, ill be comin back in a hurry, laughed like he aint heard me, but i knew what was poppin, so i hitup my crib, got the pyrex, started rockin, at this point, i feel theres no option, crackheads still coppin, n my boys got my back, they got to robbin,
Like tha burners to ya noggin, give up ya stash, or lay stiff in tha grass, my boys started block hoggin, before i knew it, i was tha only one on the strip, barely a month, now im movin on to coppin bricks, called jose like yo, its goin down like this, meet me at six around the corner from the coffee twist, hopped in tha veex, he like wat u dealin wit ? i gotta, half in my stash n a few kis of grass, i chuckled like remember last week at your pad ? matter of fact, lemme get that birdie plus another half. he was impressed, but im a man of my word, this blocks mine, im barely nineteen, as long as i avoid tha cops, its fine. for a few weeks tha bread was comin like a bakery, despite a few stickup kids that was hatin me, but i let my pride ride n get tha best of me, didnt realize tha feds was close s, im tryin to get off of this brick. took a break, my boy started burnin dro, lost in tha convo, didnt see tha coupe pullin up slow, they hopped out, no time for me to drop tha snow, so i ran n gripped the peice off my side like im ready, LETS GO! hopped tha first fence, these niggas right on my ass, contimplatin should i spin quick n start to blast, realized i had an o, at few stacks of Cash, n if i wanna keep my rep, i gotta show these cats, wait a sec... pause, i fuckin hope they cats, cus i kno theres rats, n cops wit baseball bats, n wat i got gon get me locked of fast. I hit a deadend, spun around, pulled tha hammer, whole time ipods bumpin old santana, im pumped ready to put this nigga wit his grandma, saw a shadow, took a deep breath, arm wit the heat stretched, first dude makes a left, first reaction was hittin the trigger, nigga hit the ground, he was a mess, took a few steps, heart beatin too fast, looked down... its a fuckin boy in blue wit a badge. thoughts racing, only options i grasped, was 25 to life or keep movin, i dashed. did a 360, saw 3 jakes cocked n vexin, screamin GET ON THA FLOOR! FUCKIN DROP THA WEAPON. now im down to two options, 25 to life, or pull that thang back n let it off until im white. if they cuff me, its 1 question, whered u get bricks ? n we all kno if i rat on jose ill marry a ditch, it was scary, drymouth, i could barely spit, glanced down n jus started at his fifth, said a prayer. "id rather be judged by 12 than carried by six?" Never, tha day im put in dirt you wont bury a snitch
ghost in the flesh, when you were born, im still closer to death, after my last step n breath, ill float over n rest, they know it isnt murder to me, n that ill roast em for less, yo i heard B sleep wit houlsters huggin techs and a vest.dont bitch about your life cus it could Always be worse, little adams barely 9 n twice as hard as this verse, live everyday as your last, dont bring ur problems to work, and always remember, u cant play your cards in the dirt. if i went on what people thought,id be less by the mile,i was a kid wit no cream,dreams as a presidents child,u cant throwup ur set when ur dead, thats why we represent now.even tho shes my whole world,i make it suttle i love her,flip the script to a killer, throw u in a puddle if u fuck her,but bloods thicker than water so im huttled wit my brother,told em when u take ur last breath. four bodies found cus the birdies werent cheap, other two are mysteries, boxed breathin, burried free. best advice that i received was from a boy that wouldnt speak, went from hero to zero, streets got em hooked on e, last time i saw em i got arrested, booked for breich, told me its clear where im headed, even though jordan couldnt see
always remember, those long cold days in december, grasshopper in tha blender, blunt wit skunk in tha center,, dog it feel like it was yesterday.. dont seem right, we went from street fights to steel pipes, ready to rest today.dog u remember the stress we played ? all the haters ? we blocked that shit out n kept our heads up J.. , u drivin, im ridin shottie in my zone, bumpin budden out tha speakers, aint an option to go home, cus tonight a little different... drivin uptown, flashbacks of hits in prison, riots in the kitchen, i was locked in range d, corrupt cops turn they back to a stabbing, like what happened n they aint see, n in my range b, its different than this street shit, soon as tha beefs lit, they wait til you sleep kid, n dont forget, in luckup theres no heat clips, bodys get caught wit tha shit u brush your teeth with. but enuf bout, or should i say, enuf talk about time n dumb crime, we rollin for a reason, plus he said we gettin close, so i roached tha dutch, killed the lights, got em ghost. theres no turnin back, so we grabbed tha hockey caps, doors locked, wars on, n both papi's strapped, "you see that light up there ?" im like yea, j replied "dog this mans right up there", "you take tha left side, ima creep up from the next side", but wait dog, one more thing...like wait, i got one more thing, i consider you a brother like my own sibling, even though our mothers married different kings, so whatever go down, its nothin... if i take my last breath im sure ill see u around... j replied like dog stop the clown, these dreams gon come true, one day well have that yacht from pounds. then before we left to hunt this thug, i gave em 1 last hug, n cocked the gun, now its holdin a slug. watch says 3 in tha morn, by now we half way to tha bench where tha target cuddled up wit his whore'n, heart poundin as i walk, im gettin closer as i walk, saw j pullout tha toaster in the dark, so i grabbed my cocked roaster in that park, took two steps, glanced at his eyes n realized, this sorry motherfucker is sleep n dont realize, looked at my man like lets do this, its time to ride, everything was slow motion for a sec, even though i was dumpin sixteen, it still seemed like a dream, even today sometimes in my dreams, i see his face, n start to wonder wats the future for me ? n real talk, homocide will haunt you black, reguardless of how hard you act.. still, everynight when i close my eyes shut... i see that man in dreamland wit his eyes shut....
trusted my cat, like take this crack, take as long as u need just bring that back, next mornin my door went soarin, cops rushed the crib strapped wit baseball bats, now im bar'd up... made my 1 call , my man picked up he like listen up dog... you remember that little man called... fuck wats its his name, u gave em lots of cane... u mean dean wit that rasta chain ? he like yo, he a snitch, tha whole fams screwed, everyone on tha block is locked, tha whole damn crew ! told em calm down, this a problem we can solve pal, call papi see if he got that long cal, get tha troops up, hail or in rain, i wont fail, dad'a post bail in a day, then we gon pay a visit, n if tha backstabber aint there to listen ill put tha dagger to his children.
i aint one to see anybody less than me, but rats n mice dont deserve to share the air wit b, n real talk, ive learned that its rare to see somebody straight thats considered a friend to me, all im sayin is remember b, in december it get cold n never fold around your enemies
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