midwest nigga in the west
red corvette speeding down sunset
black tec pulling through the set
gang signs and palm trees
over gangster instrumentals
instrumental to the rap game
target the lame and stay in the lane
as i dip through the ghetto with metal rings and coke gets peddled
the sun gon' shine 'em all after the smoke settles
my mom's blood levels is high
her son high ridin' 'round with the devils so she pray to allah
hoping the demons gon' let go
i hustle for these c-notes
tuck drugs in my pea coat
dipping from the rico watching people through the peephole
a wolf in sheep's clothes
hear no evil and i speak no
spend no time with a weak soul
spiritual and lethal a deadly combination
pulling on the joint trying not to break my concentration
they say the game is locked
i'm tryna bust the combination
they want me to tell the story but i ain't for the conversation
quit this rap ish or be blatant
and they all hating so i might just well stop faking
i'm like them or i like them while i'm riding around with it
it's me against this world and i'm down for the play
had the banger with 30 shots
had them cookies more fiends
million dollar phone calls on a black celly
black power trying to escape jack bauer and the federales
'03 going back to cali in my dopemans
starch tan khakis and my raybans
fly chicks wanna date him cause i stay gold
they got me on my mobbing ish
so lay down or get hit with these metal sticks
my niggas chop ten and shave bricks tryna escape satan and housing bricks
i'm malcolm little with a ink pen
a long way from malcolm-jamal warner living
no theo huxtable i hustle for my living
never had to fit in in the survival of the fittest
a hustler told me if you riding
no time to be a scary nigga today
if you out in these streets
you gotta be down for the play