get bucked What you got beef, well we could turn it into chicken I'm telling you bitch, in this game I'm gon be winning Now do you really wanna, go to
we deal with it we rap about it and then it make us hot Fuck your crime rate and murder rate, running up on Houston Texas Well it be fuck y'all for trying
rapper down south I'm so deep they can't reach what I be talking about With the same size foot you couldn't fill these shoes You ain't gotta be a crip
[Mr. 3-2] May life be a trip, I never knew, things could ever get bad As I got no love my 17 shot glock with extra clips That's it, I'm going all out
Could it be that I was too inoxicated in the words for coming out early Cause I've lost most of my partners, I'm losing family members I remember when it was love, but I'll be
a state be thought of suicide, nobody could move it You took the pistol from my head when I attempted to do it Baby I know that I be tripping sometimes
, you just gone burn and bleed But if you a soldier, who gone fuck around with you if you mobbing with Jehovah Either making weight your coupe could be
Rockwells, high L's Well as drop sales with Stockwell Street Dog with a molotov cocktail No no can't stop flowin' no Gettin' paid off girls Rockwells, high L's Well
way in, hell, I ain't stayin' I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat Saw a bunch of bugs wearin' white sheets What else could it mean?
don't even try it now well do you suppose my pocket well nickel, dime- a five bag sale me and my kind use i ain't well things they try then die jail gonna be
s nothin left There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn
dopefiend And the other was a dopeman And the dopeman had a AK Said he'll spray an' he's not jokin' Well it seems to be the dopefiend Owed the dopeman
cops, the only way to stop the beasts And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many murders, too many funerals
) [Verse 2: Kadafi] Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats I'm addicted to these streets
grief? I walk around trying to hold the world up on top of me Probably be an innocent man But still I'm the victim of a curse What could be worse?
well, cause my life on the streets - a living Hell And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord Come get me 'fore they hurt me Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn
moms? She gave me a message for you: She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next week. Awright well check this out, I got