some And then you spend some on em' when you choose em' See it's a cold world, and it's a cold game But if you learn to give and take it aint no thang
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep Fuck the police I give
life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Penny on the line, Plentys in me, any guinea's with em bigger than a mini and remind I'm Illie and it's all off G piece and a P... G walk by beep beep
From outlaw (to emcee's) Make it happen (do your thing) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and
vests LA streets will make your guts leak Chorus: Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots Player no doubt Young killers live for drug wars and
of all time so you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit and start over from scratch and write
Bob Dylan (do it again, man) She was sixteen, young and so willin' The sudden violence of a Village killin' (and here comes the Police as usual, eh, what good are you now) And
This is my family, my family. Wish: Was ya too young, mama and daddy, when you laid down and had some (eggs)? And I remember y'all breakin' up, and
now, cuz we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it sycologicly, im brain dead and i dont give a fuck thats my excuse and i
fatal attraction Pictures and actions be played back in the mist of mashin' No fairytales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and
bitch Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you
.......................... You open up my eyes and give me sight Super energized and everyday I feel you give me life I seen the ways of the world intoxifying on pride Young
white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and
ass at all I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back Yo, give me that rap game, we'll take
and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the
