i wrote this at the police station, cause my not so close homies got jumped and shit, so i wrote this
they got my back against the wall, tryin to butt fuck me against the bathroom stalls/dont call for help cause theres no one but myself, throw em against the shelf/am self reliant another client for the doctor, shock his ass for tryin to blast, my whole gang hates his ass/crash amd mash his family and his grand-dads/gang bangin is a fad, died out by the years, whats so fuckin fun bout killin muthafuccas makin their family shed tears/set trippin over mere colors, look inside what makes me any different from the otha' succas, you call your homeboys, they fuccin toys, try to be adults thats false boys/go play wit ya "bb" guns and play cowboys and indians/they dead now you really wanna be one of them/unlike yawl they defend what they believe in, yawl just sinnin, false grins tryin to stack ya ins/think its time for yawl to make amends
[verse 2]
yawl roll around in crowds thinkin yawl is hard, try a bottle of viagra and really feel hard/yawl aint got no heart no smarts/dropped out of schoo' to hang wit ya foos gang/let ya pants sag, think yawl fags, throwin up ya gang flags and hear others gats sang/ya brains hang, now who really got ya bacc but the concrete when ya layin flat/but still c-walkin soon yawl be b-walkin, blood walkin to ya death, aint nuttin left cuz ya chose to set trip/doctors rips ya guts they fed up seein foos shot up, best be locked up, this shit gotta stop/ya whole crew lops aint nuttin change or stop til the last member drops
they got my back against the wall, tryin to butt fuck me against the bathroom stalls/dont call for help cause theres no one but myself, throw em against the shelf/am self reliant another client for the doctor, shock his ass for tryin to blast, my whole gang hates his ass/crash amd mash his family and his grand-dads/gang bangin is a fad, died out by the years, whats so fuckin fun bout killin muthafuccas makin their family shed tears/set trippin over mere colors, look inside what makes me any different from the otha' succas, you call your homeboys, they fuccin toys, try to be adults thats false boys/go play wit ya "bb" guns and play cowboys and indians/they dead now you really wanna be one of them/unlike yawl they defend what they believe in, yawl just sinnin, false grins tryin to stack ya ins/think its time for yawl to make amends
[verse 2]
yawl roll around in crowds thinkin yawl is hard, try a bottle of viagra and really feel hard/yawl aint got no heart no smarts/dropped out of schoo' to hang wit ya foos gang/let ya pants sag, think yawl fags, throwin up ya gang flags and hear others gats sang/ya brains hang, now who really got ya bacc but the concrete when ya layin flat/but still c-walkin soon yawl be b-walkin, blood walkin to ya death, aint nuttin left cuz ya chose to set trip/doctors rips ya guts they fed up seein foos shot up, best be locked up, this shit gotta stop/ya whole crew lops aint nuttin change or stop til the last member drops