a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready, because this world ain't no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
off the street I'm one deep, if I gotta use my burner, I'm safe I ain't gotta go "Rollin' on the River" like Tina Turner Cause this crooked-ass America
this how it go [Chorus] Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time, I keep my head
if I'm headed to prison Or headed to the grave, could it be I'm running out of time Feeling hopeless, I lost my mama then I lost my mind Will I heal in time
and ugly cause the good done died We tried laying low niggas want to cross them lines So when I'm saying so you getting bumped off this time Fuck a throw
over Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head The first time in my life,
's my shoulder for you my nigga, rest your head [Chorus - 2x] This is where they all fall down Putting burners to they brain, till it bang There's no way for the real, to maintain This
you so pretty Your face lit up the city Two worlds came together The memory stays for evermore So different your fashion You were the main attraction Heads
I was travelling home on the subway When this vision got on at Maida Vale And as I casually eyed the classifieds She sat down next to me Every head in
and fortune or to get a head start But in the long run they will see That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy Time is running short, the world
we was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last,
him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker
Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin
woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us
his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead