You must be out of your mind
A real blood will put you out of your mind
So stay the fuck up out of my hood
Or my niggas take you up out of your shine
It ain't a movie dogg
Hell yeah it's a real fuckin uzi dogg
I'm bout to hop inside my impala
try to keep up, don't loose me ya'll
Catch you slippin at a light get out yo shit
We jack niggas, out of towners
And rap niggas, and ball players
Cause we ball player
We chop it up with them trap niggas
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Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck the football team
Risk it, rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream, made my lifetime dream
I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
Ma' said that I should grow up, and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight
Not able to move, behind a great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail
Was a nice middle class nigga
But no one knew, the evil he'd do, when he got a little bigger
Get off the final blaze, while puffing on a Newport
Plotting on a another way to catch a case
Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon
With a bunch of old niggas, but you the only one ain't telling
I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
You tell me its a man's world, play the rules
And fade fools, and break rules until we major
Blaze up, getting with hos through my pager
Was raised up, commencing to money making tactics
It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics
My fingers on the trigger, tell the Lord
To make way for another straight thug nigga
I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some love
From the homies, cause shorty wanna be a thug