to the memoir of my niggas
most of them victimized because the daily grind
crackers be bamming and sending them
face down on the pavement
my visual it's the same shit
still the same little niggas going to the candy lady
crackers be thinking they trapping
just post in the charger until they are ready to jump
you better be sprinting the other way
run through alley ways all in cherry bay
like bg so they got a grip on the tec
born and raised on the zone 3
blackland right by the 199
pull out the stick if you 'bout that life
seen niggas from the four be toting that iron
or downtown when he think the shit is serene
got that boy when they shot that boy
then they put him in the trash when they slide by the beanz
soon as i peel off the curve
burn the evidence then a nigga hide
let's take that chance on the i-95
bumping that sickest shit with the vomit spit
and a 666 with a twist and twirl
if you survive homicide drive-by
they'll leave you with nubs like the powerpuff girls
until i see the face of god
let that ak rip on the whole damn squad