now i don't tote aroundor even talk to you chumpsi eat,sleep,get highand even walk with this pumpyou cross me wrong one timeone times to manyi got about a thousand roundsand ill pop off plenty,and i know youngstas in the hoodthat will pop for penny'sso fo a hundred bones you'll wash upon that banks of the sippi.and they virginity they ain't been takinbut they take what shorty lifenow he on his way upstatethey gave a shorty lifethats what i mean when i saywe'll worry bout it laterhe didnt think he just went outand blasted at him a hata.life's too short to not be out herechasin that papa. that's why 






now if you see me in the streetsdon't think i wont do sometin crazywalk up with this 380 put it right to ya babyi got kids and i know that could be the worse thing i could doif anyone takes some beef that far there really meanin business foo.so just cooperate and don't make a sudden moveone wrong word could leave some bullets up in youim so gangsta bitch don't even get me twisted,you got past do bills and your brain could get evictedand we don't fuck around in the gritty grimy great city of