[Intro: News Report]
Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America
Due to excessive use of d** and alcohol-
MAAAN!!! How da f** do you know!!!!
[Larceny]
My mind's just spinnin off dat indo smoke
Got me seein double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc
It's no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaay
And da B&J got me pissy like a baby
I was f**in wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz
Robbin j**elry stores for da cash and da gems
Identical ba*tards on some fast sh**
Tried to stash it
Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad sh**
[Trife]
My conscience buggin
Filled wit all the bad memories
I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta k** me
In my sleep, same n***az dat I put to rest
Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat
The d** got a n***a high and I can't explain
Tye and skunk playin tricks on my f**in brain
sh** is strange 'cause I know deez muthaf**as dead
You see the murder still flash back in my head
[Chorus:]
Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink
Make a n***a act kinda crazaay
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[Larceny]
n***a it's dark, it's hard for me ta f**in see
I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me
I got da urge for a snake related k**in spree
Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees
Murder conracts
Collectin C note stacks, I react
And push the n***az sh** back (uh huh)
I neva new this young buck would be a lonester
'Till they hung my picture, wanted on a poster
I pack two hot glocks, f** the holsters
Neva new this lil' G would get the most of
Robbin and stealin, then led to k**in
Makin a livin
Offa muthaf**in drug dealin
Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets
sh** got hot, my other half did a creep
Handled his business 'cause he was on his third body
Then laid low wit dis freak a** hottie
[Chorus]
[x4]
[Trife]
I of da Snakes
Watch for fakes and jakes
Blood money I make, transactions up state
Sparkin weed and drinkin
The buddha still got me thinkin
Thoughts o' d**h and all the bodies that I left
Face down, you know the routine for the cream
Means necessary
co*k s**as got buried
n***a raise up or get blazed up
Who be da one lastin
co*k the fifth and start blastin
Try me
Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes
Aim slugs to ya face
Perpetrator fraud, I k** you and ya broad
Got yo a** wishin you was out dis position
Listen, the ganja have me on a mission
Stick the clip in
I stop all the bullsh**tin
I get it on
Trife, k**in a** n***a rule the streets
Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep
[Chorus]
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