see i was born in the womb
beatin down my mom's walls
now in the 90's you can find 'em makin a chronic call
definitely i need a blunt
come fill it up with some bud
ain't none of y'all fuckin with us
there i was with the thugs
bustin and pullin out broke-ass guns
i'm still number one - runnin the click
pump it on up in let the regime get dumb
ready to dance with these itchy-ass
and bizzy on the off-ramp just cause i'm thuggin
shit this music got me soft
tramps seein my cousins buggin
the ounces and bizzy smile
i made it and you hate it
that's the way the ball bounce
i keep my gun and make the money and that's for my baby son
what a creation in my life
fuckin with the thuggsta lay'
with flesh workin feedin the family in the c-l-e-v-e-l-a
i got somethin up under my sleeve
when it gets thoughtless grow some weed
it's deja vu whenever i'm with you
i can't explain how i feel
remember when my neighbor linda let a nigga eat a meal
learn to fight off my back
on my own did he struggle
in the 'land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle
nobody knows when we'll die
it still maintain through the rough
i be the first to give my life