Get Woodie ringtonesnn* send corrections to the typistnnnn[Chorus]nnListen to the tales of this Northern Cali killernnTake it for what it's worth but recognize a blood spillernSo far I've been lucky but enemies might take mennTake chances again if they under estimate mennnn[Woodie]nnSay your Prayers count your blessingsnnGrab your weapon grip it tightnnCause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt rightnnBut you won't catch me barking duels in a lark tonightnnCreep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bikennThats my getaway but first I go to sit and waitnnLurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shakennPatience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statuennBy no means I won't fuck this up this suckers life is past duennI know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blindsnnWalking towards the front doornnYeah I think its about that timennSure enough door opens widennNow he's stepping outsidennBarrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he diednnBent a corner run down the block hop on the BMXnnMeanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding chestnnPedal to my safe spotnnGet the fireplace hotnnBurn up my clothing scrub my bodynnGunpowder trace gonennOn the way home I disassembled and disbursednnOf my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1stnnSo I'm feeling pretty confident my mission was successfulnnKick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest fullnnnn[Chorus] x 2nnListen to the tales of this northern cali killernnTake it for what its worth but recognize a blood spillernnSo far I've been lucky but enemies might take mennTake chances again if they under estimate mennnn[Hook]nnWhy they want to test me stress me to the point I'm homicidalnnDon't they recognize death is nothing new in my eyesnnWhen it comes to defending my titlennnn[Woodie]nnAnother sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our foodnnMe and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40's an BoonesnnOut at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in my headnnI turn around fools are looking at me like they want me deadnnWords were said without a doubt I'm knowing that the funks jumpingnnThey must be packing fuck that I'll be the first to dump somethingnnTold my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the roadnnThey pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to unloadnnBullets lighting up the backseat windows are shatteringnnSince I'm thinking that they pack heat I'm skipping the chatteringnnI emptied the clipnnNot sure how many were hitnnI told my homie drive and lets split he started to tripnnHe just stopped frozennLike he was comatosennI said its not the time to break down like a ho lets gonnHe finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped me outnnI told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me outnnShake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cutsnnNow this motherfucker starts driving in circles going nutsnnScramblin' on the beltnnI think you blew his brains outnnSucka that's another reason we should vanish not hang outnnI told him yo bitch got more nuts than younnSaw red and blue behind usnnThanks to my homie's dumb bitch it wasn't to hard to find usnnAnd then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chasennTwenty Five I'm going to face the DA's got a clean casennWith about seven different patrol cars in pursuitnnHe pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to shootnnOver the bullhorn I can hear them saynnCome out with your hands raisednnI did exactly that but then I broke and made them give chasennStriking through a field I hit a barbwire fencennI hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pantsnnThen I advanced up on a bike trailnnSlowly losing 50's tailnnNoticed water to the left threw my strap in the canalnnHalf the evidence gone apartment complex straight aheadnnI'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up deadnnI gotta stop to take a breath in the apartments and I listennnI can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing my positionnnContinuing on my missionnnI'm hopping yard to yardnnCrawling bush to bushnnHiding underneath car to carnnAnd now three hours later and about 2 miles down the roadnnI'm in front of my homies house my hearts about to explodennKnocked on the door at 4amnnHe wasn't one bit suprisednnHe said he heard me on the scannernnAnd he knew I had to ridennYou say you're a gangster and don't feel that?nnYou're faking itnnnn[Chorus] x 2nnnn[Hook] x 4nnnn[Chorus] n