a boy or two Even though the neighbourhood thinks I'm trashy and no good I suppose it could be true, but there are worse things I could do I could flirt
could care less about the black man's stress I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin Mothers are
to get my crippin' up the par Now when I cock the hammer bro I'm shootin' for the stars And I don't give a fuck who you be G Cause whoever you are, it