now mind you some of it is on some real shit...some is on some other shit....
on some other shit
i'm feelin evil tonight, dont know what the night holds
so im walkin around wit my heater cause this worlds is so cold
You aint so bold...i dare a nigga to talk shit try and slap me
I walk around fully loaded, waitin for a nigga to try and jack me
i pack 3 bowls to take my dome straight to the zone
walkin round town muggin.... nigga wonderin what the fuck im on
gone off some off this liquor and a few sacks of some trees
eatin shrooms through the day and smokin on some salvia d...
hallucinatin....my hands wont stop shakin,damn im yak'd out
pull the strap, bust two shots in the air and then i smashed out
tacked out in the glasshouse, in my own little world
i'll pop up a few days later... unrecognizable like Scott petersons girl
twirl my blunt in the air air as i speak.... like its a magic wand
with a few words and a puff of smoke, blink ya eyes and im gone
I spawned a breed fulla killaz, aint no stoppin us son
I slit my wrists and a new soldier is born with every drop of my blood
We aint thugs, we off drugs and niggas just hungry
just cooperate when a nigga in ya face and demandin money
in this fucked up country where the good die young
Where a boy can become a man when he gets his hands on a gun
Where niggas dont run, we hit cuts and appear outta sight
then pop up in the crowd actin concerned, askin if everyones alright
This is the life, but really not the one that i chose
But God decided for me to make footprints, walking barefoot on a dirt road
All alone in this life, servin my time in solitary
Talkin to the sidewalk, havin words with those that been buried
Hell Mary,.... man that bitch aint shit....
I gave up prayin, im still waitin for answers from when i was a kid
Like... why did my mama die
and why is it that when some one passes i cant seem to cry
and "Why do I try to even do right, when the world is wrong"
Why can i only express my self through words in my songs
Its been so long, i aint heard no answers..but i stay strong
Thinkin religion just a crutch that some need to lean on....
I done seen all i planned to see...when im gone, they gone forget me
When my times comes my nigga, dont call, just come get me...
Or else this best be some sorta training to preprare me for what next
Life is just boot camp to prepare you to become a soldier in death
Some say you should cherish life, cause we all been blessed
But we all just rushin through it without thinkin like we gone off that meth
Nevertheless I watch this world pass by me in 3-D
Since i gotta watch my back, front and both sides of me
These streets aint no joke, too many people tryin to be stars
everyone tryin to turn they city into a mini Hollywood blvd
on some other shit
i'm feelin evil tonight, dont know what the night holds
so im walkin around wit my heater cause this worlds is so cold
You aint so bold...i dare a nigga to talk shit try and slap me
I walk around fully loaded, waitin for a nigga to try and jack me
i pack 3 bowls to take my dome straight to the zone
walkin round town muggin.... nigga wonderin what the fuck im on
gone off some off this liquor and a few sacks of some trees
eatin shrooms through the day and smokin on some salvia d...
hallucinatin....my hands wont stop shakin,damn im yak'd out
pull the strap, bust two shots in the air and then i smashed out
tacked out in the glasshouse, in my own little world
i'll pop up a few days later... unrecognizable like Scott petersons girl
twirl my blunt in the air air as i speak.... like its a magic wand
with a few words and a puff of smoke, blink ya eyes and im gone
I spawned a breed fulla killaz, aint no stoppin us son
I slit my wrists and a new soldier is born with every drop of my blood
We aint thugs, we off drugs and niggas just hungry
just cooperate when a nigga in ya face and demandin money
in this fucked up country where the good die young
Where a boy can become a man when he gets his hands on a gun
Where niggas dont run, we hit cuts and appear outta sight
then pop up in the crowd actin concerned, askin if everyones alright
This is the life, but really not the one that i chose
But God decided for me to make footprints, walking barefoot on a dirt road
All alone in this life, servin my time in solitary
Talkin to the sidewalk, havin words with those that been buried
Hell Mary,.... man that bitch aint shit....
I gave up prayin, im still waitin for answers from when i was a kid
Like... why did my mama die
and why is it that when some one passes i cant seem to cry
and "Why do I try to even do right, when the world is wrong"
Why can i only express my self through words in my songs
Its been so long, i aint heard no answers..but i stay strong
Thinkin religion just a crutch that some need to lean on....
I done seen all i planned to see...when im gone, they gone forget me
When my times comes my nigga, dont call, just come get me...
Or else this best be some sorta training to preprare me for what next
Life is just boot camp to prepare you to become a soldier in death
Some say you should cherish life, cause we all been blessed
But we all just rushin through it without thinkin like we gone off that meth
Nevertheless I watch this world pass by me in 3-D
Since i gotta watch my back, front and both sides of me
These streets aint no joke, too many people tryin to be stars
everyone tryin to turn they city into a mini Hollywood blvd
