| With my eyes open I tried to focus |
| I see my mother |
| Squeezing my hand teary eyed behind her |
| I see my brothers |
| And I wonder, how quick the game would take me under |
| I felt the bullets hit me in the back and it felt like thunder |
| Man, I’m thinkin is it too late for me to change? |
| I knew this world is full of snakes dog but thats a part of the game |
| A young thug that always scream I ain’t afraid of rain |
| I would just fight it out with Lord when I had no one to blame |
| From all the dirt I did |
| Snatchin purses to pay the rent |
| I knew it would all catch up to me |
| Man I hope I’m heaven sent |
| I used to be the main one screamin nigga I’m prepared to die |
| And when it came down to me layin on the death bin I was scared to die |
| No evidence of a killa when I found a bird in my dresser |
| And if I don’t die here |
| I’ll die tracin your hot desert |
| I can’t win for losin to meet a whole gang of snakes |
| Never thought about killin myself |
| But I refuse to die at the stake |
| Nigga, have you ever been sittin in your car nigga, rollin up a blunt? |
| When a nigga comes up to your window and gives you a whole clip? |
| Nah you ain’t ever had that, you ain’t ever experienced that |
| Have you ever been walkin through the park |
| With your kids and your family, and a nigga comes out the bushes and |
| Gives you and your family a whole clip? |
| No you ain’t ever had that |
| I remember when I had it made |
| 13 with a whole verb |
| Used to catch me comin down the street clownin in my convertible Ford ?? |
| I used to be all on the curb |
| Tryin to holla at me a shorty |
| With my right hand do dub |
| And me sippin up on a 40 |
| Me and my nigga used to have it made |
| We used to even fuck the same bitches |
| We used to spend weeks and even months on the corner tryin to maintain |
| Our riches |
| Remember we used to cut and go to other schools |
| And I slayed them niggas with lyrics |
| Had the whole school late for class |
| Cuz they all wanted to stay to hear it |
| I want to thank you my nig |
| Cuz everytime I’m at war |
| You was always on my side |
| Remember that time you almost died nigga |
| And I saved your life |
| Yeah my dog that ain’t shit |
| Nigga i’d do that a 1000 times |
| Remember back when we was kids |
| And I had like 1000 rhymes |
| I ain’t forgot we unloaded the desert eagles |
| Nigga to save my brothers |
| The other niggas started the war |
| Then they snitched |
| When they asked who I smothered |
| To my niggas sittin in a cell |
| Doin 34 with an L |
| They can’t seperate us by jail |
| We all stuck in the same hell |
| I love you dawg |
| I’m in my room |
| Tryin to make ends meet |
| Got on the phone |
| Have my whole crew |
| Meet me at the end of my street |
| I ain’t wit havin no weed to smoke |
| No drink, and bein broke |
| Nigga we got to hit the bank loc |
| And thats real ain’t no joke |
| Take me over to the projects |
| So I can steal me a regal |
| Then we gonna run over to big Pooks house |
| So I can pick up those Desert Eagles |
| Y’all fools ready for this |
| It’s on and crackin at noon |
| We gonna get in and get out quick |
| With all the money we can consume |
| We hit em right |
| We hit em hard |
| And I got addicted |
| This shit is like a monkey on my back |
| And I can’t kick it |
| So I’m robbin banks left and right |
| Everything is goin good |
| Till I hooked up with this one nigga |
| From the other side of the hood |
| He was a hothead |
| He’d come in the banks shootin guards and shit |
| When we got out the bank and split the money |
| Them other niggas he would rob and shit |
| When the feds came sniffin around |
| Thats when I knew he was a bitch |
| When the feds hit my house and put me on the ground |
| Thats when I knew he was a snitch |