ended up sellin white.d.o.p.e from a bench to a couch with foldout bed didn't sleep on it I stash work inside of it Instead even if it was rainin tha
my poll Cause everytime it get swoll, I select something to fold and leave it swoll Hope she don't try to go through my pockets, when I'm asleep though Yeah it
kitchen 'Fore my mama died (mama said), people gonna hate ya Cause they can't do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya Be ready for it, it's
nothing back Plus the new Cadillac, 22's under that 7-1-3, niggas better move out Walk a straight line, Yung Redd keep his tool out (*talking*) Yeah, it
handle it But damn it, I'll be damned if I'm gone let it handle me I tell y'all what, I stay high, cause it keeps me from spilling away It's inside,
like Scully and Mulder Colder with the pen pimping thang, fuck bringing it to your ass Me and that boy Den Den, gon bring it to your brain Sit back get it
pop it Giving out my phone number on the daily cause it won't hurt my pocket [Chorus] [Z-Ro: outro] Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside It
when I can't even act like he wanna trip I said it like that and I'll say it again, matter fact push record and play it again With a bop digger then,
Ghetto life is nothing nice we have the cap peeling We are the true jumping and you moving over The ghettos I live cross the line, far from moving over
the vendetta Make everybody kill somebody I'm a trend setter First I was spending my time with family mobbing showing my brother's love Never thought it would it
mo blood spillers Mo burglars, mo murderers Mo kick door burglars, mo niggas That'll slap a patch out your motherfucking ass For real, count on it, respect it Trust it and believe it
saw? Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" The dope fiend brought back
he made his move to an abandoned building He ran up the stairs up to the top floor And guess who he saw? Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope Who don't
Yes(get it boyz)its ya boy chingy once again(chingaling)represtentin that STL,you kno wut im sayin,trackstarz,got to adresse these issues wit these ol
brain until it's not so It's hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace
*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac and harmonizing vocals repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain
don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it's