![]() ![]() The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting It's alive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair You used to see c.e.o.'s in a suit and tieīut we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds Independent, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wifeĬause I be dumping niggaz off from new orleans to california Got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build Got me mixing up dope with little j down at rap-a-lot ![]() See I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)Īnd me and you selling fucking tapes in the bahamas Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange ![]() What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeperįear the reaper that no man born or woman harm meįuck being a nigga in your army though I'm a killer In position to let my opposition know my lifeĬause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right? Who done came up in the hood but he can't come backįuck that, I remain in the street game frame Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circleĪnd let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose? ![]() Its the nigga that makin' music for the streetsĬause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets, You can run it but can't hide it so step aside Surviving, under conditions demons dinin' ![]()
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