Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care n***a for 3 weeks sprung
It's the game, the muthaf**a calls my name
Product made of yola cuz the rules don't change
The prettiest thing is new white wall tires
I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I'm such a good liar
k** dosia style, brain child in a beanie
God fear a n***a under pressure and greedy
Microphone cops steady f**in' off my dealings
Even when I'm workin' muthaf**as think I'm chillin'
Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines
Some get rejected like black jelly beans
I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac
Muthaf**a, where you at? I got c**aine raps
Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and c**aine raps
Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable
n***as start to jack when the money ain't available
Baby you talk too much, pa** the blunt
I'm tryin' to give your fine a** the raw and uncut
I got no time to be a crybaby fool
Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools
Fresh out say f** 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps
Smokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks
Straight chewy, and a n***a got a gang of pride
Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes
Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades
Still tryin' to f** them freaks from my highschool days
B. Adams, do you still love me?
Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free
co*k back loaded and about to explode
Like the 12 story 'jects, b**h I'm outta control
Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's #1 client
Represent the look like the great Sam Cook
Put a star by every freak in my true black book
Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan,
you dealin' with a microphone bear
Tear, pear, where?, stare, check it, I don't care
I just can't quit, sh**, the rap game fanatic
Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit
Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees,
I think like a blind thief with the vision of g's
Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T
Ya lookin' at a n***a who wish he was drug free
But n***a that's a dream in another life
So until then my last word is re-ligh