grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
he would listen to wu-tang fore walking in the jungle
with a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he getting tussles
granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
block party where the hoochies turned out
they would dance and sweat they perm out
and they scream we got beef keef with the handle with no prob
cologne and liquor was his odor
40 ounce in this some marijuana
when grandma die from pneumonia
now his life a roller coaster
i miss my crack-head uncle
sold him dope in by the bundles
fake nigga talking bout q ain't real
18 slanging that coupe deville
young nigga move that dope
young nigga might get killed
cause ain't paying my bills
heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutching that steel
pop a nigga more than those pills
pistol under the sheet when i sleep
i ain't talking bout my uncle
made another million this week
swagger make a bili look cheap
i'm the reason why your momma od'd
i'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
now you wanna talk about peace
get the bitches all up off these streets
wonder why you rubbing up feet
if you got high off what i sold
platinum when he on shit row
leave a nigga flat till his body get towed
sad that the curb got closed
leave him with a hole in his skull