trying to make it through
benzino
thicker than most of these tricks
i got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches
and never fronted and i doubt if i do
then i get beat up by my fuckin crew
since you figure that you ready to box
you catchin knots from my nigga freddie foxxx
you really don't want none from pac
cause i'll be strapped wit a glock
and throw thangs like i'm born to box
i'll hit this motherfuckin gin then i'll be all in
young niggaz straight ballin
and everybody wants to see if i'm a g weighin 185
and i'm high 'til i fuckin die
thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck
big stretch hit me off when i hit the set
but now i'm full cause i'm tipsy and i filla
nigga tryin to see if i'm a killa
if my pain don't speak my story
if these words don't speak my soul
if my struggle be the legacy
in this world if i let go
is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue?
if they fault me for my attitude
i'm just tryin to make it through
it's bump knucks from the underground still full of rage
they spill through the page
waitin for feds and snitches to move
i'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's
the 3 pound 7 cali revolve
and nigga you will duck a table
nigga we bounce from the jake's
don't you ever think for a minute i wasn't comin back
makaveli would never be on a shady track
how could you ever insinuate the inprobable?
the number 1 rapper alive? how is it possible?
runnin through these industry niggaz like i was ray lewis
never scurred to press on the trigger because i been through it
tryin to keep me from flyin
only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music
tell me what you hidin for
was it miami on memorial day?
we up in houston where niggaz like the gunplay
i'm a universal hood nigga
these niggaz wasn't even around
what's the difference between ya niggaz and mine?
we was up in the studio wit the realist of all time