[Verse 1]
I was thinking about my life and how it's a train wreck
Ever since I was five I was a Crip and I slanged crack
k**ing other n***as just 'cause they wear red
Thinking about my life damn I should really be dead
Well in Compton, you ain't really got no choice
You a banger, a baller, or you got a great voice
Unfortunately, I couldn't ball and my voice would crack
So I joined a gang and k**s I would rack
I thought the gangsta life was the way to live
'Till I experienced something that pains me to relive
My friend C-Roy, about the same age as me
Murdered with a gun and left to rot in the streets
I called the police but they only jailed me
I had no family no one would bail me
So I studied the word of a wise man before me
An Indian man named Mahatma Gandhi
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Now do the whip and lean back stanky legg and do the nae nae
Crip walk around the room now Crank Dat Soulja Boy baby
[Verse 2]
Now I'm back on the blizzle watching the scizzle unfizzle
Knocking nizzles out and knocking nizzles out cizzle
Correctionizzle facilitizzles can't stop this nizzle
The Blizzles gonna lose in the wizzle of the tizzle
'Cause I'm like Snoop Dizzle Dr. Drizzle and 2Pizzle
d**h Rizzle is the lizzle that inspired this nizzle
Oh shizzle it's the polizzle better hide the dank wizzle
Or go to jizzle and get beat by the other punk nizzle
k**ing other fizzle nizzles as I slang my cocizzle
No Blizzle can catch me as I Netflizzle and chizzle
With the slizzles and bizzles and the trizzles and hizzles
All on my dizzle and we doing it without a cizzle
Gizzle a** nizzle tryna hop on my dizzle
But my dizzle's resizzle for the stizzle a** bizzles
'Cause I'm the Tizzle Bizzle, I'm the Bizzle that's Tizzle
Running trizzles on your a** you mizzlefizzle pizzle nizzle
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[Verse 3]
Peep how we do it keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle all you n***as getting k**ed
With your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me you in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope it's like a sherm high n***as think they learned to fly
But they burn motherf**er you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money but it's funny to me
All you n***as living bummy why you f**ing with me
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug living out of prison pistols in the air
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a b**h to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherf**er I hit 'em up
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