Focused on the matter at hand as a matter of fact I have
a craftsman latter in my garage that I can cluck for a gram
fuk it - just hit up my man and ask him to do whatever he can
all ready equipped with a plan to put some money in my hands
in the case that he cant then I'm gonna get on my hustle
go steel a van and commit a few robberies then get me a sack
somke it up and come back then buy me a strap
hold some mother****az up make em' give me thier crack
not to smoke but to slang man I'm talkin bout weight
like enough to get me locked up serving like seven ta eight
and I dont mean to sound as if I glorify violence its just hard on these streets
cuz no matter what they tell ya not one stay silent
when confronted by cops cuz if talking means they walking then they talking alot
dropin dimes like you wouldnt believe homie I mean
ratin on friends they've known for years before they were phens
in thier early teens not even ponds in the game
close with they moms and they family was like blood in they vains
I'm talkin close nigg* sht thats gets flipped in a jiff
one day they saying "I'm down wit you homie aint no reason to trip"
and the next day they riden with the pigs driving by your crib
shouting out "yo, thats where he live. first house on the left"
pointing out ya room "and the speaker in the closet where he keep all his meth"
and nigg*z wonder why nigg*z suffer early deaths ...
I know revenge is a b!tch
but betrayal is a curse that el' have you placed first on the most timidist nigg*z blacklist