So tell me why you -
changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
Not gon’ cry, why should I care
Like we holdin on to lost love that’s no longer there
Can you please help me, God bless me please keep my seeds healthy
Makin all my enemies bleed while my G’s wealthy
Hopin they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven - ain’t no G’s hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I’ll change if you help me, but don’t fall apart
Rest in peace to Latasha, Lil’ Yummy, and Kato
Too much for this cold world to take - ended up bein fatal
Every women in America, especially black
Bear with me, can’t you see, that we under attack
I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama
Hope we make it, to better times, in this white man’s world

Tell me do you see that old lady ain’t it sad
Living out a bag, but she’s glad for the little things she has
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she’s given birth to a baby
I don’t trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when it’s said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I upset you, don’t stress
Never forget, that God hasn’t finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
’cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

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Walkin through the cemetary
Talkin to my homies that was buried
See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain’t worried, forgive me
Please give me shelter, calm my fears
Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears
I see bodies gettin splashed, with acid
Two shots rang from the plastic glock, wrapped in plastic
Buried the bastard, time to notify, his family
Shiiit, ain’t nuttin left to be identified
Evacuate the crime scene fast
Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass
Fly, I won’t touch down ’til I see Tiajuana
Set up shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a success, I made the switch
Retired from the life that never gave me shit
With cash that I couldn’t spend, countless cars
An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

When I Get Free
Until The End Of Time

“Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings’ll go away
It wasn’t always a hit and run relationship
It use to be love, happieness and companionship
Remember when I treated you good
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Me and you a happy home, when it was on
I had a love to call my own
I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes
Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie
You had a man and I knew it, you told me
Don’t worry bout it we can do it now I’m under pressure
Make a decision cause I’m waitin, when I’m alone
I’m on the phone havin secret conversations, huh
I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness
but I need your faith in me, I’m a sucker for love
sucker for love, know you ain’t right G but yet I’ma sucker for love”

“Can’t nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin
Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb
They never try me cause right behind me your killer team
I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
This hennessey’ll keep me calm though
Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo’
Livin like a don in my own mind
Signal kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine
All the time drinkin champagne
Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang
Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing
Picture me doin eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play
So I gotta keep my eyes open
Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin
My alibi, Just my victory
Like them other vile men Im marked for death
Spendin my nights like its the last one left
Im an outlaw”

“I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G
I couldn’t let my adversaries worry me
and every single day it’s a test, wear a bulletproof vest
and still a nigga stressin over death
If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I’d
take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly
When everyday it’s another death, with every breath,
it’s a constant threat, so watch yo’ step!
You could be next if you want to, who do you run to?
Murderin niggaz, look what it’s come to
My memories bring me misery, and life is hard
in the ghetto, it’s insanity, I can’t breath
Got me thinkin, what do Hell got?
Cause I done suffered so much, I’m feelin shell-shocked
And driveby’s an everyday thang
I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin game
and Lord knows…”

Im sure you all know how the chorus goes…

Lyric:

“So tell me am I wrong?
for tryin’ to communicate through a song
I’m up early in tha morning
by sunrise I’ll be gone
all my homies is waitin’ for me
plotin’ on plans that we made
and all tha fun that it’s gonna be
so meet me at 3′
and don’t be late nigga
we hagin’ out all night
while drinkin’ straight liquor
I heard it’s popin’ at a club
but they say I can’t get in
cause i’m dressed like a thug
until I die
I’ll be game related
got me strivin’ for a million
stayin’ motivated
now that we made it
it’s a battle
just for tha big money
I’m livin’ wild, no smiles
cause ain’t a thing funny
I came up hungry
just a little nigga
tryin’ to make it
I only got one chance
so I gotta take it
ya never know when it’s all gonna happen
tha rappen or tha drugs
but until then
give me love
and let me Run tha Streetz”

I love Michel’le in the bground

“There you go baby girl, THAT’S the story
There you MOTHERFUCKIN go
I coulda SWORE you told me you was gon’ change
And you don’t wanna go to clubs no more and
You wasn’t fin’ to dress all crazy no more and
You was gon’ stay home and try to chill
What happened baby?
Ohh, so yo’ FRIEND wanted to go out
That wasn’t you that went out
You was just goin out cause yo’ friend was
Okay, so you was pissy drunk up in that nigga car
cause yo’ FRIEND wanted to get drunk huh?
It’s all good, cause there you go baby
Oh I ain’t trippin on them niggaz callin the house
It’s all good, cause there you go
Me I’ma still be a player, all day baby
So uhh, there you go”

“…
This ain’t livin, it’s similar to prison, we trapped
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo’ seven
and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes when we floss with foes
Before I toss yo’ hoes, it’ll cost you mo’
I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes
But I’d give it all up, if it would help you grow
This ain’t livin”