dawg check this out man, I need to holla at ya dawg, I dont mean to rain on your parade my nigga, but sit down

no pot to piss in, no window to throw it out, but on my mission, its alot a drama now, my draws are stained, you kids membrain done drained, aint lookin the same, steady tryin to maintain, so whats the focus, my third eye the devil open, im really hopin he wont take me back to robbin and yokin, i look at myself, in the mirror my pistol tough, not given a fuck, only thing blessed with bad luck, back on the corner with a new with a new lease on life, got a new pistol wont sleep for at least four nights, dont fuck with these pussies, ill squeeze em if they touch me or push me, Im up in some pussy, I got muslims with uzis, no nigga could see me, all these years underfed, snacks under my mamas bed, its hot as hell, no AC in the summer time, make you wanna die some how I just wanta ride

Thanks to (Wazle Mc Dazle) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 12, 2008