Yo, we gon do it like thisnStraight out the parts. . . that they disregardnNever considered . . . oknNow don't get mad, nigga get gladnnGoodie got them brand new trash bags . . dagnAnd they know where to dump that assnIn the chairnThe hoochie river with the rest of the kidsnnThat did business outside la familiansnGettin ya touchednDown the cutnBlunts roastin whole through tea bagsnnBlowin bubbles out the wrong endnMud in your stool pilesnFlamin hotter than Dust ValleynThe gateway to where ever your sick tickle desirennThe gangsters of this other centurynTransforming hustlers and players into sissiesnSo slim goodienYou don't want no drug boynnHe'll leave you barefooted and pregnantnDon't get too comfortablenYou ain't gon be here too longnG's get locked up and die (clean)nnMost lie in they own surreal homenTrust the tree on the mapnThis one individual thought he was the Grim ReapernSwole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his napsnnNow he up under the bridge stankinnIn his birthday suitnUsed to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)nBeat him to the punch-line, one ?nnBeing forced into early retirement at the age of 26nPalms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing cracknCrumb snatchers and goo-gobblers strugglenTo stay on top of sand dunesn'Cause mouths born with silver spoonsnnMake your bed you gotta sleep in itnBut stakes madenBaking soda kept the knees cleannNarrow like a ravinenn? fell good newsnLast hole, green jacket worn, body in twonLeft by oh-nonSoul been gone, disappeared like the dunennOnce the temperature risenBut I'm with my Lawd (lord)n?Please grits, still shipnHalf the pipes are gettin sold out convienience storesnnWhere ya at now?ncoming around trying to sniff out soundsnWell rounded kept you strictly grounded for your earnThe dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear?nnI smell fear and even if your eyes was closednYour ass couldn't catch your tearnnLies, straws, mirrors and platesnNicks, dimes, fifties, and cakesnWhy can't I escapenThese lies, straw, mirrors and plates?nnIn the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacksnUpon the map in the vaultnWhere this cat's trying to sniff me outnI'm in the southwest woods working all aboutnnPaper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtainnIf I can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cainnAnd really don't know which way to gonConfused, you'll abuse anybody for a fixnnHits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plentynFat baggies like ?Maggies? muffinnWhere the kid do the stuffinnSilly of these young niggaz watching mennAs I turn figures into solitarenTwirl up my hair (down south)nPray to God I don't have to do himnLike I never knew or had no clue to who you wasnn'Cause, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheeknSo to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mossenBe on that Rossie like The ClicknSo I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off itnn[Chorus]nNigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bitnNigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fitnNow I got a little dough, but it ain't that much monthan every other nigga I knownWe all still ponI don't sell dope (what you doin?)nI sell hopenYou want to size me up my nigga then wear a scopenn'Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.nI ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right herenLate one night I was in a pearl white Acura LegendarynI got that thang with me cause it's necessarynnShit, I was just ridinnWasn't even thinking?bout collidinnBut I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lightsnI don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to gonnHe said you know what it is, you done seen it beforenThis sad, of course I'ma be madnWell here you can have it god damnit if you want it that badnYou would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no starnnI value both of our lives more than this carnYou lucky nigga, I used to be younShit and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see throughnNow remember, shit, you could've died tonightnnAnd I would've been in the rightnI ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the housen'Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like thisnHe-he-he-he-he-hennEverythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the housenKnahmsayin?