bout dis shit

let me lock this muthafucka down

ya understand what i'm sayin'

nigga

fuck wrong wit you

i talk dis shit cause i'm bout dis shit

ain't noway i can run

noway out dis shit

i breathe dis shit cause it's all up in the air

before my casket drop put my pistol up in there

i talk dis shit & i stomp my feet

cause i'm a street nigga from the u-p-t

i keep my heat & don't squash no beef

they say i wouldn't see 20 but now i'm 23

bout to be 24 wit a brand new escalade

an a deville park in my front driveway

my girl push the pedal to the flo' in a 2g tahoe

when we floss we ride slow & blow behind tinted windows

laughin' at these niggas frontin' up in the luxury rentals

they screamin' soulja dis & the screamin' soulja dat

but soulja don't play no games i'll put yo head on a flat

ain't to much changed about me still the same from way back

89' goin' into 90' had the game down pat

momma couldn't find me

ya baby boy flippin' crack

flippin' dimes

flippin' twenty's tryna come up

got me a duece five for the jackers runnin' up

ready to bust & drop my nuts

don't give a fuck

i smoke to much til' i be bout to fall out

fuckin' wit snoop dogg off in the dogg house

since i balls outta control

balls outta control

dem laws outta control

dem laws outta control

they actin' like ridin' on chrome is a crime

that's why i play the factory

so the won't be hackin' me

had enough of ridin' in a 2g hot

wit a glock an a beamer on top

wit a vest on

t-shirt made teflon

fellin' like spice-1

wouldn't look to pretty wit my chest gone"