Roll me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin crazier than a motha fucka
I got bad ass in this motha fucka
Puffin on life
Hopin that it gets me high
(Makaveli the don, representin the outlaws)
They got a nigga goin crazy
(Bad ass representin the LBC)
(What cha wanna do You know how we do
Time goes by
Puffin on life
Hopin that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin crazy
Feelin crazy
(Tell em bout it)
Last year was hard
But life goes on
Hold my head against the wall
Learn the right from wrong
They say my ghetto intrumental,
Dextrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless
Check it You don't have to bump this but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded
Hennessy got me feelin bad Time to stop drinkin
Rollin in my drop top Jag
What's that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car watch the stars and smoke
I came along way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry I'm a watch for snakes
They'll set you that a lover But it's hard today
I got the letter that she sent me and I cryed for weeks
This one came out when I tryed to speak
All I heard was:
Chorus repeats
1,2,3,4
I see blodds and crips runnin up the hill
Lookin for a better way
My brothas and sistas it's time to bail
Cuz even thug niggas pray
Hopin God hear me
I entered the game Look how much I change
I'm no longer innocent Casualties of fame
Made alot of money, seen alot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house
This your land Your only son done became a man
Watchin time fly I love my people do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6 7-1
The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "nigga get paid"
No one can understand me The black sheep Outcasted from my family
Now packin heat I run the streets A young runnaway
Live for the day when ya die I could hear ya say
Chorus repeats
God help me out here, cuz I'm posessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
Cuz now it's like a stong prescription drug
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted
Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head
Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague It spreads
It's epidemic Forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin money cuz it's cursed
Makin money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt Day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death
You gotta die
Bottom line: peers didn't make it to the years to come
Dear life doin right or dear life leavin dum
Who has the answers? I wonder I turn to my elders,
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
Or tell me there'll be light at the end of the road
Cuz they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail or be doin time
Chorus repeats
Feelin fucked up in this bitch
Smoke half a ounce to the head
Drop the top Indo Hawaiin Lansbread Buddha All that shit
I'm fucked up in this motha fucka
And Hennessy don't help And Hennessy don't help
Thug passion in this motha fucka
Makaveli the don puttin it down to the fullest
Maximum overload 3 day theory
Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty
Doublized slugs No love Straight thugs
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
(One time for my niggas locked up)
One time for my niggas doin life in hell
One time for my niggas on Death Row
(For my niggas on Death Row Weat side California syle LA)
One time for my niggas livin broke
(You know what time it is No doubt Get high Puffin on life
Wonder if it get me high Yeah Crazy)