spitta

Sittin on the pavement

Thinkin bout how my past days went

Its hard to explain when ya gettin chased by da feds

Goin crazy for dem weed shit and the cigarettes

Mans gettin introuble for relegatin

Thats cuz mans left all da oddas shakin

You thought you'd win over me well bitch you mistaken

You thought that mana wudda solved my equation

But you were left bare shook after the invasion

See mans deals with da guns and shanks

Ill make u fall on to your knees and muthafuckin hands

Left me smackin sense to get the mills and grands

damn nigga wanna be getting dollars, pounds and franksee

be getting p's from the bags with the rubber bands

crack heads getting high niggas learn ta fly

we da bad boy killas bitch im still alive

my success just reminds me of everything they deprived me of

looks like i made it top im atill in shock after a couple crazy slips and falls

i stand my ground mans still stands tall and now i got oddas left ta fuckin crawl

you chose beef now lets play deceased and feel the wrath of the beast

the wrath of my beat mans can put you to sleep

so dont test me

i was on a quest to find my inner peace but i was blessed with bein a mennace

ill be seen at every murder scene

im the king and queen of the streetz nigga

strapped to the game finger always on the trigger

we talkin numbers digits and figures

weed game on the haze the bricks with tha killas

pill heads gettin high with tha fillas

dont forget we he hittin in a real spitta