Tradedy is part of my exsitence/ kinda like life and death/ hate me or luv me/ bust ya strap or stop fronting and tuck it/ shot's coming from over my shoulders niggaz don't move but this heat make em' move over/ blast fag cats casket get lowered/ scribes talking bout my time when i would make my apperence/ trying to save my folks on the streets but they don't hear it/ till the bullet lift they spirit niggaz mash 2nd then 3rd gear it/ tire smoke no hope i have none kill ya son best friend is my gun/ killa nigga feel me nigga razor under my tougue/ sewer raised sold a lie of of ghetto hoes cocaine to get payed/ slow in my sway cast out for my gangsta display/ never had nothing so my life meant nothing plus my surroundings was bent got this drug game nudding/ on my shoulder money on my back/ no i don't use crack but i'm a fein for the green i'm in the dope game just play for the oppisite team/ it's all the same though/ same way fein die for blow i die for dough/ 2am still on the go the never ending sleeping eating shiting game took over my mind frame/ seeing tears drops clock stops sprit horse dunn came/ another one lost to the streets/
Feed bacc is coo
Feed bacc is coo