My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed Reality struck, I seen the white car crash Sleepin’ in the living room of my momma’s pad Let me teach you some lessons about the streetįresh outta school ’cause I was a high school grad’ They’d probably gun me down by the end of this song Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guessįuck who you know-where you from, my nigga? You movin’ backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain’t no threat They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except Make sure you’re corporate or they’ll be callin’ your mother collect When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color’s correct Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys

You killed my cousin back in ’94, fuck yo’ truce!Īin’t no peace treaty, just piecin’ BGs up to pre-approveīodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs That’s what Momma said when we was eatin’ that free lunch Pickin’ up the fuckin’ pump, pickin’ off you suckersĪ wall of bullets comin’ from AK’s, AR’s, “Ayy, y’all-duck!” Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crimeįuck you shootin’ for if you ain’t walkin’ up, you fuckin’ punk? That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine Now this is not a tape recorder sayin’ that he did itīut ever since that day, I was lookin’ at him different

Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown outĪt the same burger stand where *beep* hang out With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed

Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance It got ugly, wavin’ yo’ hand out the window – check yourself! It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin’ on your brain This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain This is not a rap on how I’m slingin’ crack or move cocaine Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane

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