Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homieīustin' on them phony motherfuckers 'cause the big homey said so Try to tell him but he act like he don't know Gettin' G's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died? Would your heart feel pain, watchin' as your Mother cries? Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know Mad at the world 'cause you came from a broken homeĪ bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin' major shit 'Hey there young nigga, what you smokin' on?' Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the streetįlirting with death, playin' Russian Roulette, screamin','Kill me' Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitchĭrinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them bustersĮmptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school Gettin money makin' dummies out the police, ain't no peaceįor an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinkerīud smokin' twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Screamin outlaw bustin' on my enemy's block You could catch him in his G ride, touchin' his glock Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin' Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies
