Cop-Killers all up in they chest, and I know what to do with that vest, man. And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up, because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up. 'Cause I'm killin' all y'all bitches, turnin' them blue suits red. Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead. Me no surrender, me killa, me killa, me killa. Me no surrender, me killa, me killa, me killa, me no surrender, me killa, me killa, me killa. Escape and eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember me killa, me no surrender. Runnin' like we're lunatics, gotta make it back to Hayes Hotel. Jump outta the hottie, move me body, hittin' them cuts and trails. Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on. Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on. Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well, then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos. Slippin' that's why me trippin', bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog.
Not wantin' the copper to hit me, a lick up, found me a victim to stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball. Long live the dope game! And it won't end ya, as long as my niggas remember: No pretender. So I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs. Fuck them cops! Me and Krayzieâ'runnin' through the Boneyard daily. Thugs remain, hang, swang with a clique tight claim, come again, now. Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up. My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow. I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in Heavenīut earlier than expected, what the Hell? It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing through the bottom of my shoeĪnd if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waste Let's rally a team, summon, and school the youth Novocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two I stare at the world from a righteous point of view I want to tell Rock and Q to go to churchīut that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long I try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song Uh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?īetter hope this motherfucker jam (blahh!) Riding through the city in lights, living it trife Only time you with it, when your niggas all trippingĬaught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping Oh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it Keep it real, I could take you down the list homieīe a tradition, see these Chucks be a missionīurner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignitionīoys run up in your pad, point-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie Just waking up, mind playing tricks on me Give 'em something that I know is all the way real Give 'em something my people sure to feel Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends Twenty-five times four, nigga, do the mathĬause if we did, then them shots gon' blast Nigga, time never stops, it just keeps on goingĬrackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences Tomorrow's never promised, but we living for the moment The good die young where I'm from and it's sad to say Shit never fair, strays hitting the innocent Life is like a race and we all tryna finish it Into another place, I ain't tryna go down under Rolling up the kush, now I'm letting my mind wander Yeah, Los Angeles, 'Welcome to the Terrordome'Ĭity of Satan, angels can't even get along Where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mailįor these gamin' bitches could get it right
I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outĪbout to fuck tha very taste out your mouthįuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggasĬheckin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)