![[k]iefer - 19, Male, Canada](http://images.nexopia.com/gallerylandscapemini/1/2506318/1.jpg "[k]iefer - 19, Male, Canada"){kind=small}
`Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back; I couldn't trust my own
hommies, jusst a bunch a dirty rats, will I succeed? Paranoid from the weed
and hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see and in my mind, i'm a blind man
doin' time, look to my future because my past is all behind me. Is it a crime
to fight for what is mine? Everybody's dying, tell me, what's the use of tryin'?
I've been trapped since birth, cautious because i'm cursed and fantasies of my
family in a hearse and they say it's the black man I should fear, but it's my own
kind doin' all the killin' here. I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side; jealousy
inside, make em' wish i died.. oh my lord! Tell me what i'm livin' forrr, everybody's
droppin' got me knockin' on heavens door and all my memories of seein'
brothers bleed and everybody grieves, but still nobody sees; re-collect youur
thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix, because the media is full of dirty tricks
"Only god can judge me."
`get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin' the shit, shit is right
get your bounce on, back dat ass up
bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up.
`Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga,
just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
Crumple up the kush, let's paint this picture purple
And shawty watch out how you be hittin' that, that shit'll hurt you
We gotta puff, puff pass, the blunt must last
I put in my half, so don't touch my grass
The weed man love me, he don't never charge me
I shot the sheriff, like the legend bob marley
Lighters in the air, i brought enough to share
I gotta question for ya, who the tightest up in here
The game - let's ride.
All the gangstas, they gon' ride to this
they gon' grind to this
they gon' shine to this.
this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music,
and this is gangsta music
all the hustlers, they gon' ride to this
they gon' grind to this
they gon' shine to this
this is hustler music, this is hustler music, this is hustler music,
and this is hustler music
Lil waynne
Sitin' low in the car sit high in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane, way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days I got women for months
Leave ya' girl at home made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like what's good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me
My diamonds bling, my weed is rap
Call me wheezy the king, call me wheezy the crack
If pimpin' is dead then i'm bringin' it back
Matter of fact, it never died, so I take that back
If your shoe's too small shawty take that back
Cuz you gon' walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but I don't care, i'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire