Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
[Chorus:
This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin',
It's gettin' strange, and dangerous,
Verse 2
This nigga needs no introductions
I'm on this book, and I'm stuck,
See T- Double known
Sell you a book nigga stick it
'Cause for every you check you slippin'
Had to tell him mind me a nigga
I was like uh- huh, click click,
I heard Papi got them freighters
Now either he gon', give 'em to me,
why'all ain't gon' make it
Done went from crack slingers
to R&B singers
Before the mic's on,
Verse 4
Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun,
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there ain't that much of a difference
And I ain't gon' keep on talkin'
And I ain't leavin' no witnesses
And don't get drunk and confess
See cause poppa was a rolling stone
He said, son get your gun,
So why'all go on and bob
Verse 6
'bama- ass weed
Niggaz out there sellin' backyard
we compressin' the coke
I went to jail tryin' to get
high; nigga told me
To go to hell went and called
Nope - and crazy ain't the word
They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't
The game hard on a player
You coulda started with a block and now
With all the cards I sold the hoes
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