| A soft beat got me hard as the street | |
| Pop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat | |
| I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me | |
| Now we run in different directions from the | |
| C.P.V. Money don't come back, problems stay forever | |
| Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together | |
| For them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons | |
| Wishin I had a big brother like | |
| The Game got hundreds | |
| So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out | |
| Goin callous into my shell | |
| I'm kickin my care out | |
| Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family like to gank each other and only gangbang in the house | |
| Just a post-traumatic sufferin | |
| Hennessy addict | |
| Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him | |
| I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance | |
| Like Playa | |
| Hamm when he started this ride | |
| Or Shabby and | |
| Bull Dog in the | |
| Marina We mack-a-nina sippin colada pinas, you shoulda seen us | |
| When Eric | |
| Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from | |
| Profile Cause | |
| Ruthless had all the style and now | |
| When did it change, | |
| I didn't see it runnin | |
| The curb came, | |
| I went over tumblin | |
| My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart by the very people makin me breathe, now | |
| I just leave [Chorus: Tai Elton Phillips] | |
| You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see | |
| We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain | |
| See the world as clear as can be | |
| People need class, you go back to school, | |
| I tell you what you need to do | |
| You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction to the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go [DJ Quik] | |
| My life in a day, | |
| I live for the moment | |
| Bein full of focus is my only bonus | |
| I walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception | |
| And niggaz grippin my gonads | |
| And that's only because | |
| I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food | |
| Cause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin | |
| Passin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck | |
| Better to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck | |
| Hard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto' | |
| The hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low | |
| The yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother with a mouth like a sailor ready to blow | |
| I work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps | |
| Of niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp | |
| Who come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's | |
| And thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy! [Chorus] |
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