it's true (remix)
bj the chicago kid
for someone start with my nigga al mack
the first real nigga i lost
even though he used to gang bang
we'll never be able to see his chain swang
but that's that jesus piece lost
cause he would have rocked it well
but instead he rocked that hair full of braids braided by his girl leesi
nigga had game kinda cold
so he never had a problem
with thinking hisself was gettin' old
livin' life like it never would happen
niggas dyin' like life really goin' full circle
thought we was gon' live to see it all
'til that day that he died on a head-on collision with a motorcycle
and launched over the balcony
every day casualties got me losin' my sanity
cannons be within arm reach
last week i had a run in with my enemy's friend
but then the boys rolled up
the ghetto is like a quick game of tennis ball
you're probably well preserved until you get served
through the knowledge i get a few dollars
if you cruise through compton wearin' red or blue
see colors in these niggas eyes
is like a favorite color bein' told by the blind
i met jamico when i went to high-school
they stayed around the corner bur shit
me and kisel ken in the basement playing drums
while she fussin' yellin down the stairs
i'm on the phone you losers
i remember late for school every morning thirsty for that mickey d's
not knowin' the death of her mother matured her very quickly
so we gon' fast forward school graduated
went to college got married
they had a pretty little girl but the world couldn't make her tardy
died from a seizure at her daughter's birthday party
i'm a gangsta i can do no wrong
cause tomorrow may not make it to me
i got a kilo and a seven series
atf be on that sucker shit
they hate a black nigga with getting money's involved
i just wanna live forever my nigga
if q said it then you know that shit real
now drive by is by the marks that killed bebe's kids
so the gun is who my role model is
the illest crip in a benz
i'm never half of my steppin'
i'm never not with my weapon
so you'll get got in a second like
gotta understand my disposition
see i was raised a little different
disenchanted former county check recipient
reminiscin' of a mexican immigrant
'cept the border's my existence
stripped away my innocence
constantly conflicted over color restrictions
you end up on a milk carton missin'
that's average every day california livin'
race riots in the yard spill outside of the prison
this california lifestyle was so appealin'
you on your hollywood thing
such a perfect picture painted
yet it's tainted by the unfortunate and less famous
just somethin' to ride to when you're off in the zone
this a little somethin' you can ride and smoke to
niggas will ride and smoke you
this a little somethin' you can ride and smoke to
niggas will ride and smoke you
wanna be involved with the underworld dealers
wanna be involved with the underworld dealers