who this? sean price
groovy shit
catch a body cop out to a two to six
lesser charge
yo
don't even stress the sarge
that's my girl pops
why you think she bless the god?
weed and dope
anything you need to smoke
for the kings
netas
triple b's and locs
five percent niggas
aiyo
peace god
knife in ya hand
trynna get a damn piece
god
ain't nothin' left to do
but pull out ya piece
god
dig in they face
until you tear out a piece
god
hearing some things
overall
fearing no things
set it off on a german
do a year in the bing
you done grow dreadlocks
did a bid in the bing
you done blown head bop
turned queer in the bing
you should hang it up
pa
can't take this stuff
but wait
pops died
go to wake in cuffs
you come home to the streets
niggas raising hell
fightin'
cuttin'
damn it's the same as jail
only the grimey get over
ain't no making bail
get torn out the frame
if ya frame is frail
i hope and pray my first born
be next to parole
tired of liftin' weights
playin' chess with stones
i'm tired of things
tired of the riots and gangs
tired of the jack mac
calimari and tang
when i come home
ma
i swear to god
i'mma change
but when i
come home
you know the god won't change
i'm bluffin' for real
girl you know the fuck is the deal
soon as i touchdown
i need to puff on the real
bang my first floor
pa
never focused
free
but caught a violation for smoking weed
as the cop escort me
as i troop to a cell
with a smile
but inside i'm feeling stupid as hell
man
i'm 29 going on 30
kid
can't be getting locked up for no dirty dick
you come home to the streets
niggas raising hell
fightin'
cuttin'
damn it's the same as jail
only the grimey get over
ain't no making bail
get torn out the frame
if ya frame is frail
my life is in danger
my son set it off on the imam
niggas being easy
how the fuck
can you be calm
looking bad
son
them niggas deep as hell
realizing all my motherfuckin' peeps is frail
it's just me
killa
rum dick
psyche and will
dee and a crackhead named mike from the ville
if i die
yo i'm going out with knives in they grill
all my motherfuckin' life i've been real
yo
you come home to the streets
niggas raising hell
fightin'
cuttin'
damn it's the same as jail
only the grimey get over
ain't no making bail
get torn out the frame
if ya frame is frail
you come home to the streets
niggas raising hell
fightin'
cuttin'
damn it's the same as jail
only the grimey get over
ain't no making bail
get torn out the frame
if ya frame is frail