Lay bacc blaze a 50 wit me/ block's short stop's babber shop's you got 2 feel this/ crooked cops niggaz buried wit they name on grantied rock wake from the dead/ weather it was natural or you was pumped full of lead/ we all go where you are/ measure my time i was blind crime flooded my veins my family tree/ crimnial program so it was a birth right 2 me/ uncle killed a nigga daddy drunk momma 70's weed head me and drugs and crime we was destined 2 wed/ upset nothing left give it ya best till ya end i was my own best friend/ let me take it bacc 2 when i was 10/ i had a talent 2 play a game i was 2 sicc at it no caggage involved it was all pure/ a love to just play the game but i was fucked in my mental frame/ cuz daddy was selfeish beat my mom got a fein pregnant wit a new bitch now he don't help us/ or call or say what's up what the fuck you brought us into this world now you won't take care of us/